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eagerbby · 2 years

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pairing| Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| It was supposed to be a joke, payback, revenge, until it spiraled completely out of control. Just your luck.

an| inspired by the prompt "I hid in your closet to scare you as a joke but when you came in you started masturbating and I can't just get up and leave but if I get caught in your closet you'll think I'm a pervert I regret my life choices" from here. my brainrot is thriving.

warnings| 3k, masturbating (m), reader being a perv obvi, illusions to sex, 18+ folks

part 2

It escalated quickly; too quickly to even process what you were doing, and what you were doing wasn’t even a good idea to begin with, but it was the only thing you could think of.

The Hellfire Club was currently in the midst of a rather heated prank war, started of course by their relentless leader himself, and you had slowly been dragged into the cruel web he had begun to weave three weeks ago.

It was annoying at first, Eddie jump scaring you every chance he could. Jumping out from behind the cafeteria doors, slamming his hand against the locker next to yours while you were in deep thought digging through your own locker, or four days ago when he hid in the backseat of your car only to reveal himself once you’d hit five over the speed limit on the main road home; you almost crashed your car that day because of him.

He was a menace and although the other guys had it much worse than you, Eddie seemed to take more pleasure from simply spooking you. But at least it wasn’t shaving cream in your book bag like poor Gareth or when he stole the chains off Mike and Dustin’s bikes before school ended leaving them stranded -although he did give them a ride home after they got down and praised King Eddie- in hindsight you were getting off pretty easy in comparison.

But still, that last prank got to you, the seriousness of almost wrecking had scared you shitless. Enough that you had to pull over on the side of the road, trying not to break down in front of him. He had felt bad, you could see it on his face as he tumbled into the front seat and begged you to not cry, but you were just so mad you kicked him out of your car and drove off.

That’s how your little plan came to fruition. You skipped your last period just to make sure you’d beat him to his cozy little trailer on the outskirts of town, greeting his uncle Wayne as you ducked under his arm and into the living room.

“Whatcha doin’, kiddo?” He asked, blue eyes narrowed in amusement.

“Gonna scare the shit outta your devious little shit of a nephew.” You say simply as you fill a glass with cold water from the tap.

Wayne catches the wild glint in your eye, the mirror image of the one his nephew harbors in his own big brown ones. The older man could only shake his head, muted blue eyes dancing with amusement as he said..

“Give him hell, dollface.” Before he’s headed down the porch steps to his beat up Chevy truck.

Which brings you to right now, stuffed tight in Eddie’s messy closet, the fake fur of his creepy Alf costume tickling the back of your neck, your heart thudding loudly in your chest when you finally hear the loud wail of metal and the screeching of tires against gravel.

There isn’t much to your plan here other than jump out and make him scream. Make him regret fucking with you so hard the past three weeks. You’ve been giving him the cold shoulder since you both almost died -he’s lucky you had just got your brakes changed, a week earlier and you both would have been seriously hurt- which meant he wouldn’t be expecting your revenge, instead thinking you were still pissed. Which you kinda were, but he didn’t make it easy. He’d been groveling nonstop since it happened, bringing you little presents in hopes you’d forgive him, and you had but you still wanted revenge.

You hear him as he bounds up the steps, humming to himself, he slings the front door open followed by the sound of the lock clicking in place. Your fingers tremble in anticipation, adrenaline bleeding heavily from your pores. It’s unbearably stuffy in his little closet, sweat beading on your forehead and between your breasts, and the only light comes from a crack in the sliding door giving you a full view of his mirror. You can see him in its reflection, coming down the hall with his wild hair bouncing around his shoulders, eyes locked onto the cassette in his hands.

He enters his cramped bedroom and goes straight to his tape deck, the pink tip of his tongue trapped between plush lips as he stuffs the tape in and hits play, surprisingly turning the sound to a reasonable volume. As the music softly spills from the speakers he shrugs out of his denim vest and jacket combo, pulling his black tattered Iron Maiden shirt with the sleeves haphazardly cut off over his head. As he tosses it to the floor, the lyrics of the song he’s skipped to floods your ears. You know this song, love this song, fuck, you showed him this song. He’s humming along to it as he kicks off his sneakers, shimmies out of his black ripped jeans, calloused fingertips gliding gently down his soft tummy into the waistband of his boxers.

Okay, what the fuck. You clamp your eyes shut before you can see too much. This is absolutely, positively, not part of your plan. His bed springs groan as the lyrics echo around his room and you sit in his closet with your hands over your eyes trying not to breathe too loud.

Let's get away, just for one day,

Let me see you stripped down to the bone.

It was your Depeche Mode cassette, the one you’d lost a couple weeks ago and tore your room and car apart in a frenzy to find. You never did and now you know why; because you dear friend Eddie had stolen it.

Fuck this, you think to yourself as you raise off your feet in the cramped space. You’re about to bust out, ask him why he sat there and listened to you whine for days about your missing tape knowing full well he had it, when you hear something that makes your body freeze.

It’s soft, gentle as a breeze, but loud enough to still hear over the song playing from his speakers. A moan, shaky and almost desperate, and you can’t help when you peek out the slit of the door and catch sight of him in the mirror. Your mouth goes dry, eyes so wide they must be bugging out of your head, you’re looking into a mirror except you can’t see yourself, no, but you can see him and the sight is fucking beautiful.

Eddie’s laid out long ways across his bed, bare feet planted on the shag carpet just a couple feet from your hiding spot in the closet, his eyes are closed and his fist is wrapped tightly around the head of his cock.

“O-oh f-fuuck.” He whines, thumb dragging across his weeping slit, smearing the precum that beads there across the red mushroom head of his rather thick cock. Jesus, you had shamefully imagined what he was packing under those tight pants he always wore, usually alone at night in your bed, but never did you think you’d actually see it. Especially not like this.

Oh, this is wrong, so fucking wrong. You shouldn’t be here right now watching him thrust up slowly into his cock, shouldn’t lick your lips as he roams his hands over his bare chest, his fingers tweaking a nipple making his cock visibly twitch at the sensation. You shouldn’t be wet between your legs, squeezing your thighs together as best you can without moving much or making any noise. This is perverted, sick and twisted, a complete violation of Eddie’s privacy, but what are you supposed to do? You should have jumped out as soon as he came in, should have stopped him as soon as he got his shirt off, but instead you stayed frozen in place among Eddie’s clothes and now it was too late. You couldn’t just cover your eyes and leave, no that’d be horrifying for the both of you. Which left only one option; wait for him to finish and hope to a God you weren’t sure you believed in that he leaves right after.

But that’s also a problem because you can’t not hear the pretty moans that fall from his lips. Can’t ignore the way the bed frame creaks as his hips pick up a steady pace. Can’t stop looking into that stupid fucking mirror and biting your lip at the sight of him completely lost in his pleasure.

You are so going to hell.

“Oh, fuck, baby. J-just like that.”

Your pussy floods at just the mere sound of his voice, clouded with lust and his impending orgasm. You can see how close he is, his tummy flexing hard as his hand fucks his cock faster. He isn’t gentle with himself, not like before, fucking his fist with fast sloppy thrusts of his hips as he presses his head back into his ruffled sheets. You can’t peel your eyes from him, can’t stop the constant squeeze of your thighs as your body begs for some kind of friction. And you definitely can’t stop the looming thought that if you get caught Eddie will probably never talk to you again.

You wouldn’t blame him.

There’s a new song playing but you can’t really hear it, aren’t even paying attention, not when Eddie shifts up to lean on one elbow to watch himself work. He gasps at a rather rough flick of his wrist, biting his lip as his eyes flutter closed, his long black lashes dancing across his pale skin. You’re trying so hard to stay quiet, watching intently through the mirror.

You watched porn before but this, this was better than anything you’ve ever seen, and if you weren’t such a coward -and if you weren’t hiding in his fucking closet- you’d fall to your knees in front of him. Beg him to come all over your face, down your throat, in your tight pussy. You’d find your filthiest words, bat your eyes all innocent, drag your nails over his hairy thighs, just to see him cum. To watch his face scrunch up and mouth fall slack as he painted you all pretty in his hot seed.

Yeah, if you didn’t get caught -and probably still if you did- you were so using the sight of your best friend fucking his fist to get off later.

Maybe you were a pervert after all.

Eddie’s moans are getting louder, hot breathy noises falling from his bitten lips, he’s visibly having a hard time keeping his eyes open, obviously lost in whatever scenario he is conjuring up behind his eyes. Your hands were gripping the fabric of your skirt as tight as you can, trying your best to restrain from shoving your hand underneath and thrusting your finger deep inside your tight, wanting, hole. His fingers would feel so much better, long and thin, you know they must be talented considering how good he is with a guitar. All this thinking has your chest heaving, hands shaking, breathing slowly in and out of your nose. You can feel your willpower slipping away, gone without a trace, you need him to hurry up. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to handle this much longer.

But then Eddie says something so out of left field, so far from anything you’ve ever heard come from his mouth, that your brain completely malfunctions.

“Just like that, y/n. I wanna be inside you so bad, baby.” It’s all a tangled whine, your name a quivered pant, and you gasp so loudly you make yourself jump, backing up deep into his closet as you watch his head spring up.

Silence. Horrible, retched, silence as you cover your mouth with a shaky hand and close your now watery eyes. He heard you, you know it, and now all the heat and blood have left your aching core to wash over the apples of your cheeks. Hot like lava, the embarrassment of being caught doing something so wrong makes your eyes water.

He’s never gonna speak to you again.

There’s a click as the tape deck stops and then the drag of his closet door sliding open and you want to drop dead where you stand.

“Y/n” Eddie asks, all quiet and gravelly, arousal still heavy in his throat. You can’t look at him, can’t dare raise your eyes away from your feet.

“Boo?” Out of all the things you wanted to say, that was the only word to come out, soft as a whisper.

“W-What are you doing?” Good question, you think. What the fuck are you doing?

“It’s not what you think.” You say quickly with a dark humorless chuckle, eyes bouncing to his before you completely fucking regret it and lower them back to the floor. He looks too good right now with his pupils blown wide and a sheen of sweat on his bewildered face. “I was go-gonna get you back for scaring me so much, but then you started…” You gesture your hand in the direction of his cock, braving a quick glimpse before slamming your eyes shut. He’s still naked, standing in front of you with a pillow covering his bare waist, and it’s just too much.

“How much d-did you hear?” He asks softly, shuffling from foot to foot as he scratches the back of his neck. His nervous tick.

“Uhm, well, not… not a lot…” It’s kinda comical how unbelievable you sound and Eddie must think so too because he huffs out a laugh as he backs up to his bed, plopping down on the side of it and adjusting his pillow shield.

“So you heard everything then. Fucking fantastic.” You step out of the closet finally, shuffling quietly against the carpet as you close the door back and face him, hands clasped together in front of your chest.

“Are- Do you hate me now, Eds?” You ask, perturbed, fiddling with the black and red yarn bracelet around your wrist. The same one Eddie wore; a friendship bracelet he’d given to you after the first time you’d hung out one on one.

Eddie seems puzzled by your question, going to stand before he quickly realizes he’s only wearing a pillow. “Wait a second, will ya?” He asks and you nod covering your eyes as if you hadn’t just been watching him jerk off. When he's done, presumably getting dressed, he taps your elbow and when you don’t uncover your face, he grips your forearms softly and guides them away. He offers you a friendly smile when you meet his doe eyes.

“I don’t hate you.” He says softly, the heat of his fingers leave goosebumps on your skin.

“I would.” You mumble, shifting from one foot to the other.

“I thought you were mad at me?” He asks, trying to catch your eye but you’re too busy counting the tears in your worn out converse.

“M not mad. I just wanted to get you back.” You offer and out of the corner of your eye you can see him nod.

“Glad you’re not mad still.” He says and then, “How’d you get in, sweetheart?”

“Wayne let me in, before he left. I skipped last period to get here before you. I swear, Eddie, I only wanted to jump scare you like you’ve been doing to me for the past month, I-I didn’t- I didn’t know what to do when you started..”

“Hey,” He chirps, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, and you try not to think about where that hand just was because if you do you’re gonna start thinking about the sounds he made while it was wrapped tight around his- no stop it.

Even in the middle of the most embarrassing conversation you’ve ever had, your thoughts betray you with images of his hot, rock hard, cock.

“It’s no biggie, really. I should have figured something was up, Wayne never leaves the door unlocked.” He’s fucking smiling at you now, a full smile that shows his teeth and crinkles the corners of his eyes and for some reason unknown to you; it really irritates you.

“No biggie?” You cry, pushing him away from you, and his face falls but you can’t handle him being so close to you right now. “You just caught me spying on you while you jerked off, but it’s no biggie?”

“Yeah, no biggie. No big deal.” Eddie draws out his words, hand rolling in the air as he elaborates. “I’m not mad at you. No biggie.”

“Eddie, I feel like such a perv-” You start, eyes still watery with shame, but Eddie cuts you off.

“You literally watched me jerk my dick while thinking about you, I think we’re both falling pretty hard on the pervert line here, sweetheart.”

You look him in the eye, finally, trying to judge if he truly means what he says. You find honesty, and something else you can’t quite decipher, with his gaze locked onto you and you nod and give him an unsteady smile before sinking onto the edge of his bed.

“‘M sorry.” You tell him. “Really.”

Eddie shakes his head, sitting down next to you in only his boxers, and places a hand on your bare knee. That fire surges again, deep in your bones, shooting through you like a bullet at the small contact.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m no worse for wear because of it. Kinda-” He trails off for a moment, reaches back to scratch at his neck again. “Kinda hot thinking about you watching me without me even knowing.”

Oh. Oh.

You really should have figured he’d be into it. Little freak.

“Was kinda hot watching you…” You offer shyly, biting your lip as Eddie beams at you.

“Yeah?” He asks, his nose scrunching up all cutely as his cheeks flush.

“Mhm, you know I’ve had a crush on you since, like, forever right?”

“Okay, don’t fuck with me like that.” He warns, umber eyes searching your smiling face.

“Not lying.” It’s simple, matter of fact. Eddie blushes even deeper.

“Well, fuck.” He runs a hand over his face, unable to wipe the cheesy smile from his lips. “I guess I don’t have to tell you I feel the same, huh?”

You laugh at this, leaning your head onto his bare shoulder. “No, I think I got the message in technicolor. You could put the porn industry to shame, Eddie.”

“You’re gonna give me a big head, sweetheart.”

“You already have one, Eddie.” You say, eyes falling to his lap.

Eddie chokes out a laugh in disbelief, shoving you back onto the bed to hover over you.

“You’re a little minx, aren’t you? Who woulda thought.” He teases with his face buried in your neck, lips ghosting across the sensitive skin there.

“Don’t you have Hellfire Club or something, you horn dog?” You ask acerbically and yet you still push your hips up to meet his when he bites down on your jugular.

“Mhm, they can wait. Found something better than playing D&D in a cluttered theater room.” He hums against you, lips following the curve of your jaw with feather light kisses.

“The guys would kill me if I was the reason you didn’t finish the campaign tonight.” You push him back by the shoulders smiling up at him as he watches you giggle at the sight of his bangs lifted up off his forehead.

“I can always just kill them all, they’ll be more mad about that.” He dives back to your neck, sucking and licking every inch of skin he can find, and as much as you want to stay here in his bed and fuck like bunnies; you’d hate to be the reason he was late. So you push him again, harder this time, until he rolls off you with a groan, slamming his fists into the mattress as you stand.

“You know I never got to cum, right? I’m aching right now, need you to help take my pain away, baby.” He’s pouting, lips jutted out, eyes like a puppy, and everything in you is screaming to give in to his guilt trip, help this poor helpless man out.

But that wouldn’t be any fun. So you lean over him, hands on either side of his head, and kiss him slowly. Mold your lips against his, drag your teeth sensually over his bottom lip, give him the most sultry look you can muster. It must work because his whole body shudders under your, desperate hands snaking up your skirt to grab your ass.

“Go to Hellfire, Eddie.” He groans at your words in disappointment, head falling back into his sheets.

“You’re mean.” He whines, slapping his hand firmly onto your ass cheek. You hiss at the pain that ebbs to pleasure and take his jaw in your hand, forcing him to look at you again.

“You didn’t let me finish. Go to Hellfire and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you a helping hand after.” You lean down, tongue grazing the shell of his ear before whispering, “A helping hand, an open mouth, a tight wet pussy.”

Another shiver and his hand gripping tight on the back of your neck pulling you up so you can see his wicked, lopsided, grin.

“That’s not helping my little problem, baby.”

You giggle. “There’s nothing little about your problem, Eds.”

Eddie groans loudly, covering his face with the back of his arm but you’re swatting it away, giggling at his fiery red cheeks. You shower his face with kisses, every inch of rosy skin, until he's pulling you into his chest and caressing the edge of your jaw as he gazes at you with stars in his eyes.

The look in his eyes tells you your friendship is no longer that, instead there's a promise lying in his shimmering irises, something that was always there but you could never figure out the meaning to it. Maybe you were always destined to be more than friends, maybe this crazy -fucking bizarre- series of events was fated. You and Eddie, not as friends but as something more. Maybe the two of you were written in the fucking stars or something.

You’d like to find out.

So you kiss him once more, different than before, savoring the way he follows after your lips, how he cradles your head so tenderly as he kisses you back with the same fervor. Too soon you’re climbing off of him, smoothing out the pleats of your black checkered skirt as he watches with that endearing little pout.

“Lets go, Dungeon Master, the masses await thee.” He takes your outstretched hand, raising to his feet. He looks down at himself, in only his green boxers, and smiles at you all cheekily.

“Think they’d still respect me if I showed up like this?”

You pick his jeans up off the floor and place them in his hands. “Mm, probably not. But I’ll help you get undressed later, like I said, helping hand and all.”

“Fuck, my little minx.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Unexpected 49

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It's as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Just the one. You still feel the nagging tug of resent and anger around your nape but that pit in your stomach lessens. Enough for you to wake up without dread at the sight of sunlight.

You can smell the fall setting in as it wafts in through the screen. You sit up and stretch, groaning as you stand to check in on the bassinet. Luna's never slept so peaceful as that night. She must love her grandfather already.

You rub your shoulders as you stand and pull on the thin linen robe and tie the belt tight. You hate to wake the baby so you creep to the door and listen to the house. It's quiet still. Your fellow denizens must be asleep, or hiding.

You back away and near the bassinet. You flip up the brake with your toe and carefully wheel it closer to the open bathroom door. You lock it and make sure you can see it from inside.

You slowly twist the faucet and flick the switch to trigger the showerhead. The water rains down behind the frosted door and you let it run until steam rises. You go to look in on the baby one last time as you undress. A ten minute shower can't hurt.

You leave your clothes on the floor and step into the shower, sliding the door shut but leaving it open a crack. You sigh as the heat seeps into you, the water slaking down your flesh. You close your eyes, tilting your face up to the hot stream, hands wandering down to the ripples etched into your hips and stomach. You lost some but you'll never be like you were before. Not inside or out.

You focus on the warmth, mourning your previous self in the fog of the moment. Let it drift away with the humidity that surrounds you. You only need to carry your own guilt around, you can't torture yourself for Lloyd's misdeeds.

You take your time, forgetting the urgency you had when you stepped in. The scent of the soap soothes you and when you finally turn the tap off, you feel ready to face the day. Whatever it may hold.

You slide open the door and grab your robe, wrapping it around your body without drying off. You use the sleeve to dry your face, a flicker on the outside of your eyelids sending a thrill up your spine.

You snap your eyes open as you see the figure looming over the bassinet. Your fright turns to rage as Lloyd coos into the basket and reaches his hand down. Not only is he intruding in your space but he is near your baby.

He looks up with his brows high, a thoughtless grin on his face. Almost as if he expects you to be happy to see him. You storm forward and shove him away from the bassinet with a snarl.

"Get out!" You sneer.

"Hey, hey, I knocked," he says as you try to usher him out.

You don't reply. You won't waste the breath. He needs to go and not come back.

"She's my daughter!"

You nearly explode at those words. Your serenity is broken. He's always there to ruin everything. He thinks he can just waltz in and receive a warm welcome. He thinks he's entitled to every single thing in this world.

You push him so he stumbles. If he really wanted to, he could override you. You both know it. It's almost as if he wants you to beat the everliving shit out of him. You won't give him the satisfaction.

You herd him through the open door as you hear Luna start to babble and you slam it. You spin and hurry to the bassinet, your chest full and pulsing. You take the baby out and bring her with you to the bed. This is going to be a lot harder than you expected.

Lloyd hits the door and you hear a 'hey' boom from down the hall. Harlan's footfalls march down towards your room as you calm the baby as she fusses at all the noise. You hush her as you listen with one ear to the voices without.

"Leave her be, boy, or I'll put you on your ass again," Harlan growls.

"Fuck off. I took it easy on you, old man," Lloyd retorts.

"Don't act like you didn't learn it from me," Harlan snarls, "leave the lady alone. It's damn well the only thing you've proven yourself skilled at."

There's a huff right before you hear a stomping retreat. You easily assume it's Lloyd. A gentle tap comes at the door.

"Y'okay?" Harlan asks through the door.

"All good," you call back.

"You need anything, you know where to find me."

"Thanks," you say as you focus on getting Luna to feed. This is all a mess, you don't know why you were ever worried about Lloyd coming back. He should've stayed gone.

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Harlan brings you breakfast as you maintain your reclusion. He holds Luna as you find something besides old sweats to wear. You think a walk would help ease your nerves. Or hope for at least a moment you can escape the tense chokehold of this place.

You get Luna in her stroller and your father helps you take her down the front steps. You head out in the opposite of your normal direction. Not towards the park or Andy's house, but to the other end of the street. You distract yourself with the details of the houses you'd never passed before and stop to admire the stone fountain amid the carpet of autumn leaves.

The symptoms of the season changing and time passing add to your disappointment. Lloyd's return had snapped you out of purgatory in a way you never expected. You'd resign yourself to staying, after Colin, after the positive test, after you laid in the grass and beckoned the end…

Now you don't want to settle for any of it. But how can you ever escape this trap? Set as much by that man as your own indifference.

"Hey, hey," Andy startles you and you turn to see him jogging towards you in his full get-up; sneakers, jogging pants, and a zip-up, "hey, how are things?"

He stops just on the other side of the stroller. Figures, you go one way to avoid him and he shows up. You look back at the fountain, gripping the handle of the stroller as you think.

"It's fine…"

"About yesterday…" he begins.

"Forget it. Forget everything. We never should’ve–"

"What? Come on, it's no biggie–"

"It is, I can't… I have a daughter I need to worry about."

"I can help–"

"Andy–"

"Dickwad," Lloyd shouts from the other side of the street. He's geared up in black joggers and a thin exercise hoodie. Boy, is your toming still impeccable. "Why don't you fuck off away from my wife? Can't you see she's trying to enjoy a walk in peace?"

You roll your eyes and wave off Lloyd. You give Andy a look that says 'not now' as his brows furrow with concern and surprise. He nods and glances at Lloyd.

"No worries, gotta finish my run," he pushes off and runs past the stroller and Lloyd, sure to hit his shoulder with hit.

"Sorry to crash your little rendezvous," Lloyd looks in the stroller as he nears and you steer it away from him, "actually not fucking sorry. Daddy's home so–"

"Leave me the fuck alone," you sneer, "how many times do you need to hear it? You sure didn'thave a problem doing it before so kindly go back to wherever you fucked off to–"

"What? Or you'll go sniveling to dear old grandpappy?" He reaches for the stroller and you put yourself between him and Luna, "Peach, that's my daughter. I don't care how many times you fucked that cuck. You both belong to me and you always will."

You puff and back away from him, shielding the carriage behind you. You stand, speechless for a moment. Of course he knows, you knew in the back of your head he must be watching like he always did. You wanted him to see.

"Tell yourself whatever you need," you snap, "but you own nothing. You will always be an empty, spineless shell of a fucker." You turn as quickly as you can and redirect the stroller, "you being back won't change that. Or me. So you have fun with your hand and I'll be doing the same with Andy."

"Don't fucking walk away from me," he barks as he goes to follow.

"I will scream, then the baby will scream, and you know people will hear," you hiss without looking back, "finish your run. Do us all a favour and don't stop running this time."

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bigtreefest · 3 months

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Chapter 3: Save Me The Trouble

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: People need to be more careful and watch where they’re going. You could run into a handsome stranger and get asked on a date!

Word Count: 1,821

Content/Warnings: oblivious walking (once again), like one swear, internal self-doubting monologues that hopefully still indicate a healing process, female reader, it’s pretty much fluff

Author’s Note: I’m so grateful for all that have been reading. I hope you enjoy this new part, a cute little bridge. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Here is the song this is based off of loosely, good song, listen if you please.

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You were finally settling into your new job and your new life in town. Your schedule was all figured out, and to get to know the area a little better, each day, you had started going somewhere different over lunch, driving down the mountain and into the quaint little town.

After a hectic morning, coffee seemed like just the thing to lift your spirits, so you set up your navigation to a little mom and pop shop on Main Street, cruising there with the windows down to soak up the sun and the breeze. Town was beautiful and surprisingly empty today, so it caught you by surprise when you were pulling into the parking lot and saw a khaki smear coming out of your blind spot. You stood on the brakes as soon as the tall figure took a step in front of your vehicle. A man in…were those…ranger shorts and a hat?….slammed his hands down on the hood of your car. It was him again.

You leaned your head out through the window. “You trying to make a habit of me almost hitting you? I thought you were a bear….again. Seriously, you’d think I’m out here trying to take out the nation’s wildlife if it wasn’t you walking out in front of my car every time.”

He let out a sigh as he hung his head in relief, his heart still beating fast at the near-death experience, and made his way over to your window. As you pulled yourself back in the car, he rested his elbows at the bottom of your window and leaned forward.

“I really am sorry. I’m not sure why that keeps happening. My head was kinda in the clouds.” He grimaced slightly and let out an awkward laugh.

You wanted so badly to be angry with him, but his genuine response, paired with his eyes that reflected the sky had you melting. “I-I’m not sure if I accept your apology yet.” You said then bit your lip, caught up between your slight frustration with the stranger, yet your want to believe anything he said. “You’re gonna make a reputation for me around here as ‘that girl who almost flattened the mountain ranger…twice.’”

He let out a genuine laugh. “I promise your secret’s safe with me and it won’t happen again. And I’m sure I can think of a couple people who wouldn’t be too bothered by that.”

You let out a giggle at his joke, it wasn’t too often people who looked like that had a good sense of humor to pair. The two of you sat there awkwardly for a second before you spoke up. “Well I, uh, kinda need to park, I’m on my lunch hour and was planning on getting a bite to eat.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” He pulled away from your window, walking a few paces behind the vehicle as you pulled into a spot. “You know, there’s a nice little coffee shop around the corner. I’d love to make up that whole ‘not paying attention’ thing to you. Lunch on me?”

You pulled your keys out of the ignition, stepping out and looking up at his towering form. Maybe he really was a bear. “I suppose, as long as this isn’t your way of secretly trying to lure me as bait for the mountain lions as a revenge plan.”

“Ah, no, that’s only on Tuesdays.” He shrugged.

“Today…is Tuesday….” You looked at him with mild concern as he smirked at you.

“Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to trust me. I’m Ari.” He held out his hand and you introduced yourself. He nodded at you and his eyes sparkled when your hand met his. His hand was callused, but warm and comforting, almost embracing yours. “Alright, let’s get to it, you said you’ve only got an hour?”

You nodded as his hand made its way to the small of your back and he guided you along the sidewalk into the shop.

You laughed as you sat there stirring your second drink: the free refill the shop offered if you sat and stuck around. Ari had just finished telling you about the time his pants had snagged on a tree when he was miles away from any sort of refuge or spare clothing, leaving his cheeks in the breeze until he could run the two miles back to the cabin to change. Your face began to grow red, you could feel it. You knew you’d never be able to get the thought of his ass in those ranger shorts out of your head, or better yet, out of those ranger shorts.

He spoke through his own hearty laughter. “Yeah, learned that one the hard way. From then on, I vowed to always keep at least two sets of backup clothing in the truck, and in my duffel if I’ve got to respond to a call.”

You laughed and stirred your drink again before taking another sip, while something stirred deep in Ari’s core. He was staring at you so intently and hung onto every word you said. Part of you wished he’d keep those pretty blue eyes to himself, while another part of you wanted to lean closer and fall into them.

Over the period of your conversation, the two of you had somehow shifted closer to each other. Everything was just flowing so well.

“I can relate to that too easily. It was probably three months into me getting my SUV I’ve got parked out there and I was visiting my mom. On the drive over, it was sunny with clear skies, so I had the windows down and sunroof open when I parked it in her driveway.”

Ari giggled. The gruff tree of a man in front of you giggled and you couldn’t help your gaze that dropped to his pink lips. “I can already see where this is going.”

You snapped yourself back, laughing distractedly. “Oh yeah, as soon as I got in there and convinced myself I had definitely closed the sunroof, the sky opened up. When I left after dinner, I was greeted by soaked seats and full cup holders.”

Ari’s jaw dropped. “Yeah, yeah, that’s not even the best part. Besides the fact that I had to sit in a soaked seat on the way home, when I took the first big turn on the drive, water started leaking out of the overhead lights. You know the ones up by the rear view mirror? I don’t even know how it got in there!”

Ari was snorting at your story. Your genuine nature charmed him and he appreciated how you were able to laugh with him over silly mistakes. He noticed how long it had been since he’d taken this much joy in human interaction, heck, he realized it’s been so long since he’s really interacted with another person, period. The bartender and the other rangers didn’t count. Ari’s eyes continued to roam your features as you passionately told your story, a reminiscent smile on your face. A lace of humor that could retrospectively cover the embarrassing moment.

“Ever since then, I’ve carried at least three towels in the trunk. And also a change of clothes, just like you. It took all night for me to dry out the seats my garage. Had to open all the doors and run a box fan.”

Ari laughed and shook his head. “Well, cheers to learning from mistakes and always being prepared.”

You nodded, eyebrows raised in agreement, as you raised your coffee cup to meet his. “Amen to that. I knew you were a ranger for a reason. And I’ve been told I was a boy scout in another life.”

The two of you sipped your drinks and laughed together. You were surprised how a conversation as mundane as this could be so entertaining. Seriously, who took up twenty minutes just to note how prepared they were by keeping spares of everything possible on their person?

Wait. Twenty minutes on that one subject? And you’d discussed several before? What time was it!?

You checked your watch and your eyes got wide. You’d been sitting here with Ari for two hours. “Oh my gosh. I didn’t even realize how much time has passed! I really have to go and get back to my actual life. I should’ve been gone an hour ago!”

You frantically started gathering your things.

Ari stood from his chair, causing it to skid against the floor, watching you pack up and unsure what to do. “Wait, can I see you again sometime?”

“That’d be great but I don’t have time to exchange numbers.” You debated chugging the rest of your coffee, opting for the smarter decision of just carrying it back with you.

“There’s a bar two blocks down from here. Share a drink with me Friday night?”

“Perfect.” You threw over your shoulder as you rushed out the door and back down the sidewalk.

You didn’t have it in your to tell a guy like him ‘no’ to a request as simple as that. Ari looked like the kind of guy who would just love and leave, but his behavior said otherwise. Through your entire time together, he only ever indicated that he cared about you. His eyes never left yours, he asked you questions about the stories you told him. But was it too good to be true? Maybe you should just save yourself the trouble you thought as you got back into your car.

No. You’d played with fire like this before, but this time, for some reason, you didn’t fear you’d get burned.

Ari flopped back down in his chair after you left. He should probably get back to the ranger station soon, but he needed time to gather his thoughts.

He was finally relearning himself, and he had no plans on adding someone else back into the equation. Was it too soon?

He wanted to let you in, let you uproot his life from the inside. But he didn’t think it’d be wrecked. It would be rebuilt, regrown like the flower buds on the trees in spring. Everything about you seemed to shine so bright, like the rays from the sun he loved to watch filter through the leaves and hit the forest floor. Even through the clouds, his and your own that you both seemed to carry, something was glowing and warming up, he could feel them dissipating.

This feeling, the whole day and time with you, it felt like a movie he’s seen, but he didn’t believe it could be true. For a second, a tinge of doubt crept into Ari’s mind. What if it didn’t work out? What if this put him back where he started? Alone in that bar drinking doubles. He was quick to push it away, though. That heartache belonged to somebody else. Someone he never wanted to know again.

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I had NO IDEA what to post for this pls 🙏 all I have is angst, please forgive me @wildlife4life

Eddie’s hand fumbled to the side, like Athena’s voice had knocked a thought into his head, his fingers failing to grab onto whatever he was trying to grab a hold of. He reached up, finally, like it pained him to do so and then slapped his hand clumsily against the side of Buck’s face. “Are you hurt?”

“Trauma team has been alerted.” Dispatch reassured.

“No,” Buck answered and then looked down at himself as if to verify if he actually was. “No, no, no.” He was. Athena could see it all down his arm, a piece of glass stuck into his wrist and blood trailing lazily down to pool in the fabric of his shirt. Mehta tried to yank it away from where he was pressing into Eddie’s wound like if he held on tight enough Eddie wouldn’t fade beneath his fingers. There were probably other injuries too, at least a dozen mental ones that Athena couldn’t make better, but Buck was good at ignoring his own pain in order to focus on what was in front of him. It was probably a survival instinct. Athena didn’t like to think about what it was born out of, about how much pain he must have been in throughout his life to be able to push a piece of glass stabbing through his arm to the back of his mind. “I’m f-okay. I’m okay. You just… you just have to stay with me, okay? Just… no, no, no, no, babe, no.” Eddie didn’t listen. Athena couldn’t blame him for it. The imperative, for him, would always be to make sure Buck was okay. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, the hand that was cupping Buck’s cheek falling to hit against his thigh and… “Eddie, please.” His voice broke into a wail on the way out.

Athena was never going to unhear it. If Eddie survived this and they got married one day, Buck would say Eddie, I do and she’d hear the way his voice sounded when he was begging him to stay alive instead. He was destroyed. It was worse than when Maddie had gone missing. It was worse than finding him and Christopher after the tsunami. It was worse. She wondered if he knew he was crying.

Whoever was driving, slammed onto the brakes and parked haphazardly outside of the emergency room doors and Athena was the first one out, allowing a doctor to replace her body with his, the trauma team, indeed, responding like a well oiled machine. “He’s thirty-four,” Mehta repeated, hefting him up in a team lift and placing him messily on the gurney. “Name’s Eddie Diaz.”

“We have a son.” Buck said it like it was imperative to how Eddie would be treated. Athena was pretty sure it was just how Buck always introduced him - his name’s Eddie Diaz, we have a son. “He - he’s allergic to iodine.”

“Sir, you have to let go.” A nurse ordered without a hint of sympathy in her voice and Athena almost snapped at her for it before she remembered that the woman was just doing her job. Trying to save Eddie’s life.

Athena grabbed the back of Buck’s arm and held him in place as they wheeled Eddie away, the arm that Eddie had wrapped around Buck’s leg falling lifeless to the side.

They stayed.

Mehta breathed out and doubled forward, hands on his knees and adrenaline rushing out of his body. Athena rested her shoulders against the engine and tried to calm her own rapidly beating heart. There was glass in her hair, she had a small cut from it on her cheek, Mehta had several in his palms.

Buck stood.

He didn’t move. In fact, if Athena couldn’t see the way his chest moved up and down, she would say he wasn’t breathing at all. He had Eddie’s blood on his face, smudges of it in the shape of Eddie’s fingers, the front of his shirt and pants were destroyed, and he was dripping blood at a sluggish pace onto his own shoes. Athena wished her husband was there, for Buck but mostly for herself. She didn’t know how to triage, how to take care of her own whirling thoughts and the lack of them that seemed to be filtering into Buck’s vacant expression.

A tear disrupted the space Eddie had touched against the side of Buck’s face, curled down his chin and dripped onto his shirt, leaving an oddly clean line of skin in its wake and then he was shaking himself, visibly blinking back into his body and stumbling, hard, backwards into Athena’s foot. “Sorry.” He muttered halfheartedly, reaching out to steady her and scraping the skin of her arm with the glass that was still sticking out of his. “Shit, sorry.” He let go and Athena caught him around the wrist when his knee gave out. When his legs gave out, Mehta surging forward beside her as if to hold him up. Thankfully, a nurse had already been there, meeting them with a wheelchair for him to fall back into.

“Okay.” The nurse commanded, flitting his eyes between the two of them that were still standing. “The group of you needs to get checked out. Does anyone else need a chair?”

Athena wondered if they had been prepared for Buck to collapse backwards before, or if this particular nurse had a multitude of wheelchairs that he could make appear out of thin air. It was an absurd thought, but it was one she had anyway. She needed to call Bobby. Needed to let him know that one of his own had been gravely injured, that Buck was his and Eddie was Buck’s and that made them both, tangentially, hers. Buck looked up at her, his eyes wide and blue and petrified from where she still held onto his wrist, her fingers pressing into the wet skin coated in his own blood. “Athena.” He wasn’t even thirty, yet. He was twenty-nine. Barely even old enough to be an adult. He was so young and Athena was so old and if he couldn’t have Bobby at that moment, he would very well have her.

She set her jaw in determination. “It’s going to be okay, Buck.” She promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 years

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Special Delivery

Steven Grant X Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: DONNA, swearing (can I write a fic without swearing? Seems unlikely.), horrible customers.

A/N: This is for @littleferal 's Writers' Iron Chef! (No. 3 Prompt: "Stop that, right now." & Additional Prompt: An argument breaks out. It doesn't look like it's going to end well.) Wow, okay, in this one the words just happened in like a rush. (But does it make any sense... debatable.)

Summary: Being a delivery driver in London isn’t all bad, you get to see your favourite gift shopist pretty regularly.

Word Count: 1037

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You leaned on the pile of cardboard boxes on your trolley, the brake carefully clicked on. They were almost too high for you to rest your elbow comfortably, but you didn’t care.

The air inside the museum was cool, air conditioned and a thankful relief from the outside. You pulled on your t-shirt collar a little absentmindedly, the rough material was part of the uniform, practical for the most part.

Steven talked the whole time while he signed the delivery sheet pages – there were fifteen of them, a bit of an overreaction from the suppliers but whatever.

You stared at him, happy to listen to him speak, certain that you were a beat away from cartoon love hearts flashing around your face. He was your favourite part of your day, one of the reasons you always made sure you were the one that got the museum’s delivery route.

“So, yeah, that was a mess really.” He finished his last squiggle and looked back up to you.

Those large eyes and that kind smile took your thoughts away for a moment.

You stumbled over your words, trying not to make a fool of yourself. “That’s erm, that’s really bad… Sounds like a right headache.”

Steven nodded. “It was,” he shrugged. “But hey, that’s what an expert stock taker like me has to do, sort out all the messes.” His smile broke into a grin, there was a playfulness in his voice making it clear that he was trying to poke fun of himself.

“You’ll be running this place in no time.” You said, a little too seriously, the earnestness to your words felt like a betrayal of your heart. You covered them up quickly “Ddo you want me to take these down to the stock room for you?” and missed the softness in Steven’s expression, the small intake of breath.

It wasn’t something you were meant to do; it certainly wasn’t something you offered anyone else.

“You don’t hav-”

“Nah,” you waved a dismissive hand at him. “My pleasure, traffic out there is fantastic as usual, give me a chance to stretch my legs?”

He beamed and nodded, fiddling with his shirt sleeve. “Well, only if it won’t make you late.”

You opened your mouth to speak but your words were abruptly cut off.

“Stop that, right now.” Donna’s normally harsh voice had an extra edge, a hint of panic.

You looked over Steven’s shoulder as he turned around to see his manager talking to a dark-haired woman at the till.

There was a pause, a second before an emotional fire caught light.

“How dare you!” The woman screamed, slamming her hands down on the desk. “First you accuse me of trying hustle you! Now you assume I’m stealing!”

“Miss, I told you, museum policy doesn’t let us give change without a purchase and we don’t accept fifty pound n-“

“I don’t give a shit!” She leaned in closer to Donna, shrieking right in her face. “I am not stealing!”

“The books, in your bag-”

The woman continued to yell, cutting off any other hopes of Donna getting a word in edgeways. The customer to lean closer again, practically horizontal like she was about to climb the counter, her hands clenched into fists, her face red. Oh this didn’t look good.

Steven took a few steps forward, a slow but sure movement, his hands up. “Hey, you alright?” He spoke to the woman, his voice soft and calming. He gave Donna a quick glance, the usually stern woman looked shaken.

The customer turned, spittle on her chin from screeching. She seemed to pause when she saw Steven.

“Are you this bitch’s manager?” She wasn’t exactly screaming, but she certainly wasn’t talking softly either.

“I-”

“She accused me of stealing!” She pointed at Donna without looking. “Her! This is just fucking awful, ‘m a paying customer, do you know how much money I’ve donated to the museum?”

You took a step closer to Steven, not wanting to provoke the customer from hell (there was a reason you didn’t work public facing roles) but wanting to have his back if he needed it.

“I completely understand,” Steven continued to talk gently, soothing the woman into a slightly less extreme state, while Donna carefully moved from around the counter to grab J.B..

It was only a few minutes later that she was being guided away from the gift shop by two guards to a back room, to ‘have a chat’.

“Are you alright Donna?”

“Yeah, fine Stevie, thanks.” She didn’t look at him, and Steven didn’t press further. She looked like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. “I’m just gonna take the delivery down to the stock room and sort it, you man the till.”

“Of course.”

She took the trolley with a small nod to you and headed to the elevator.

“Wow.” You said and Steven turned back to you.

“Yeah.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

“You know,” Steven rubbed back of his head. “Not as much as it could.” He let out a mixture of a sigh and a laugh to break the tension.

“Well… good… You did amazing there, gift shop hero.”

He laughed a little more genuinely this time.

“Aww I don’t know about that, just… helping out, all that.”

You smiled. He could have let Donna crash and burn; god knows she wasn’t the kindest manager by any stretch of the imagination.

“Well, my hero then.”

The hint of red rising to his cheeks was impossible not to notice. Oh, what the hell. You only live once.

“What time do you finish today?”

“Sorry?”

“What ti-”

“Five, five thirty.” He spluttered out.

You nodded, biting your lip in a smile at his flustered state.

“Well, if you can put up with being driven in a delivery van, I could pick you up?” You leaned a little closer to him. “We could do something?”

Steven nodded, a little dumbfounded for a moment before he found his voice. “Yes… yeah! Great, swell,” he swallowed. “Definitely.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “See you later Steven!” You gave him a wink and a wave before you turned around.

Steven raised his hand to you, his heart buzzing with excitement.

#steven grant #moon knight #fanfic #steven grant x reader #fluff #drabble #lissie's iron chef

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skygodtraumabond · 11 months

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<The ambiance in the background is a combination of concerningly rough van noises and ragtime music. Occasionally, the wind can be heard as someone keeps rolling the window down and back up.

Ray: ... I'm just saying, you don't have the balls to turn the van around.

Marny: I DO AND I WILL YOU FUCKING-

Elodie: Guys, guys, GUYS! Calm down, would you? We just beat the shit out of a cult, can't we just... Have some peace? Just a little?

Amy: I don't know, I want to see if she has the balls.

Juno and Ray in unison: She doesn't

Marny: FUCK!!

The sound of Marny slamming her hand on the wheel is heard over the noise, and Amy laughs a little. There might have been more laughter if rattling cans didn't indicate the van swerving hard for a moment. The window is heard rolling back down.

Ray: Ughf. Fuck, alright, fine, just stop trying to kill me.

Juno: Us.

Ray: Sure... I'm actually kind of surprised. How is this van still running?

Amy: Wait, this is the same van they had when-

Juno: No, it's a different van.

Ray: What? No, it's gotta be the same van. See, it's got that blue stain on the back of the driver's side seat from when Marny hit the brakes too hard and Elodie spilled that icee everywhere.

Elodie is heard almost making a protest, but someone muffles her. Amy can be heard trying to stifle a laugh.

Juno: No, that's a different stain. New stain.

Ray: No the fuck it—okay, okay. Then what about the duct tape on the door, huh? That one time Marny got attacked by a Zangoose and you decided that was the best you could do to patch it-

Juno: That didn't happen.

Ray: No, it did! I remember it clear as day—right, Marny?

A small pause is heard. You can almost feel the Mador Smile in the silence.

Marny: I don't know what you're talking about, Ray. Gee, you've really gotten worse since the last time I saw you. Are you alright? Do you want to talk it out?

Ray can be heard groaning in annoyance as they roll the window back up, sliding back into their seat as Amy tries even harder not to lose it.

Ray: Next time, you're going into the lava pit.

Juno: Damn, murdering someone because they're right. That's cold.

Ray: You too. Okay, then what about the license plates? It's the same plate.

A deafening silence hangs over the van for a moment.

Ray: ... What?

Amy: Ray, you can. You can switch license plates to a new vehicle.

Ray: Not you too-

Elodie: Ray, he's telling the truth? You don't have to get a new license plate every time you change the car.

Ray: Then what's the point of having-

A loud "ding" rings out through the car, catching everyone's attention. Marny can be heard leaning back and sighing.

Marny: Juno. Did you remember to fill the Scam Van with gas before you left?

Juno: Oops.

Marny: I should have stayed in the cult.

Ray: Look, we'll be fine, alright? I'm pretty sure there's a gas station somewhere around here. I think.

The sound of the window lowering can be heard again. Then a seatbelt unbuckling.

Ray: I'll go out there and keep a lookout for-

Amy, Marny, and Elodie can all be heard talking over each other. Phrases like "no," "Ray sit down," and "get your ass back in the window" can be heard before the audio file cuts out.>

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AFTG tfc ch2 Re Read by cavan

Chapter 2 notes under the cut

back to learning English

It was the weight of his teammate's stare that brought Neil's gaze almost right to him the minyard stare <3 "the normal one"

bro i would end my career there if they all refereed to me as basic bitch Milport Dingo damn they all like their animals don't they "the all black assemble aarondrew wore did nothing to make him taller" damn neil had no idea you are fashionista about what colour pronounce what silhouette types anyone marked that down? Brakes screeched as taxi slammed to a stop inches from aarondrew's pint sized body Kevin had been glued to Andrew's side since the transfer- ofc he is they are dating even if Andrew did not got the memo, one sided Anvin is my jam

I'm sure i am not the first person to point this out but the way neil already ships it has me Both of Kevins husbands share the fact that they told him to fuck off I don't believe in forgivness Do you belive in fate Do you belive in luck do you read tarot Aarondrew minyard chapter 2 Aarondrew is such not careful asshole driver i demand you all to start writing him getting into traffic accidents what the fuck, literary the only reason he is avoiding any right nos is him being in very noticeable nice black car nobody wants to risk damaging "It's too nice of a car to wreck" "Don't be so afraid to die" You are playing for class 1 team (worst one but still!) with Kevin on your side , People are always willing to bleed for him, you've seen the news i have seen it ok.. what was on the news ??? Kevin day and his adoptive brother Riko Moriyama , ok second time <3 <3 <3 kind of off they keep having to refer to this as adoptive brother lmao marking this once would be enough considering they are different ethnicities

ok but kevin had his hand broken what was riko doing? why did he missed game in january ???? in ec its supposedly mentioned testuji beat him up love that :) nicky has jet black hair and brown eyes and darker skin tone ... jet black .. hair ... literary never seen anyone draw him this way nicky deserved so much better "i am hella materialistic" who tf introduces themselves this way neil noting that he cant escape by jumping out of the window makes me wonder how this series would go if the fox dorm wasn't so high up? woudl they get attacked by the mob throwing rocks and other shit into their dorm ? woudl neil escape dorm through windows ?

Neil examining aarons package yeah its not the cigarettes you are after i know it wymacks apartment -covered in paperwork -empty coffe mugs -overfilled ashtrays neil has this thing going on where he can taste blood when stressed i shall remember that nicky stealing painkillers I wonder if andrew just ... casually helps stealing whiskey for kevin on regural ,, i hate coming home and finding you in my apartment" i would too if i lived in such mess "i don't need to be persuasive you just learn to do what i say" sorry my kness are weak

#CavanrereadAFTG #aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #kevin day

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Stronghold.

Character: (Saints Row 1) Aaron Trouble

Cw/tws: Murder, drugs (I mean, he's clearing out drug labs but no ones using anything in this, and nothing specific is mentioned.)

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Out of everything the teen thought he'd be doing the day after he beat his father to death with a bat, not a single one would include "destroying the Carnales drug labs," but alas- he was currently speeding towards the first location that had been sent to him. The phone was propped up against the windshield as he drove, directing him to it.

He had an assortment of firearms in the passenger seat, most of them being tossed in as he grabbed them in the heat of battle. Almost like a vulture as he tore the gun away from corpses, but for some reason- it didn't bother him. Of course, Aaron didn't question that much. He was fine with not knowing why he was so fucked up that making bodies drop and then stealing their guns didn't bother him, and quite frankly- he wasn't sure if he wanted the answer.

The dirt road eventually split apart, one new route appearing in Troubles sights. Going straight to the right and down to the location he was being sent to, Aaron quickly turned the car and slammed down on the gas. The tires screeched as he drifted, and then proceeded to speed off towards the lab. The dirt underneath the wheels kicked up dirt and rocks as he drove, leaving their tracks in it as the vehicle moved.

For someone who'd barely started driving, Aaron liked to think he was doing pretty damn good for himself. The same could be said for shooting, hell, violence in general. It was almost like these were all things that were in his blood, but they'd only started to be taken advantage of now in the new life the teen found himself thrusted into. It was rather odd, but he could only brush it off as being a quick learner.

The warehouse the Carnales were holed up in quickly revealed itself as Aaron travelled, he leaned forward ever so slightly to get a better look. But almost as soon as he caught sight of some of the gangbangers guarding the outside, they saw him. Their guns were already in hand though, and it seemed like they recognized his face- he didn't think they'd be aiming and screaming at anyone else.

"KILL THAT HIJO DE PUTA!" One screamed out, letting off shots that barely whizzed by Aaron's head. He let out a small squeak in fear and ducked down, immediately hitting the brakes and taking his foot off the gas. He could hear the shots hitting his car door, and it scared the everloving Christ out of him. He quickly grabbed the 12 gauge shotgun from the passenger seat and used his free hand to open that sides door, crawling out of it and landing on the ground as the bullets continued to fly. While down, he pushed the car door shut.

It took him a few moments to get his composure, but once he did, he sat up and pressed himself against the side of the door. Through the gunfire he managed to hear their footsteps coming closer, and all the noise stopped for just a moment. Right up until a voice with a thick accent piped out, right on the other side of the vehicle.

"Where the hell did he go?"

Hearing that the man was right there, Aaron turned slightly turned to get a view on him and aimed the shotgun over the door he'd shut. The gangbanger barely managed to shout out the beginning of a sentence before the ravenete pulled the trigger, the shot sending the other down to the ground- dead on impact. As soon as the other guard saw their comrade fall, he began to fire as well.

Aaron ducked back down, he knew he couldnt take him out with a shotgun at this range. He set it down for a moment and grabbed onto the handgun that was tucked into the front of his jeans before clicking the safety off. He peeked over ever so slightly to get his sight on the gangbanger that shot at him, before raising the gun and aiming it in his general direction. Once he did, he began to unload the clip and repeatedly pull the trigger.

Several shots were fired from Aaron's gun, and only one hit. Aaron didn't register he had hit the Carnales member until he was staggering and hitting the wall, with that- he got up a little further by going on one knee. His aim becoming a little better once he did, he fired a few more times and the first two bullets hit. The rest just missed, but the few shots he did hit were enough to keep the attacker down for good.

Aaron grabbed onto the shotgun and stood up, he tucked it between his left arm and the side of his torso as he reloaded his handgun. The empty magazine fell to the ground, allowing Aaron to slide the full one in and cock it back. He clicked the safety on and tucked it back into his jeans before taking a hold of his shotgun, he felt confident with the 5 rounds he had left in the firearm to the point where he didn't feel the need to reload.

He gripped the shotguns handle tight with one hand and moved forward, his other hand falling to his side, the sawed off being aimed preemptively as he waited to see more of the Carnales. He knew they were in there, just waiting to get the jump on him. At least he knew some of what to expect, that gave him a bit of comfort. But still, his heart paced quickly and the adrenaline pumping through him was the only thing keeping Aaron going forward with this alone.

Luckily for him, the guards let themselves be known as he entered. The one directly to his left shouting out to him, "TE MATARÉ!" Hearing his voice alerted him to his exact position, and caused Aaron to turn to the side and fire. The bullet tore through the man's side and the force of it caused him to fall back and onto the ground, but- the same force went through the back of the gun and straight into the single wrist that helped hold the gun.

"SHIT!" Aaron cursed, dropping the gun instinctively as the pain shot right through his hand and into his wrist. He used his other hand to gently rub it in a vain and downright dumb attempt to numb the pain. It didn't work- but he also didn't have time to think about that, as one of the Carnales from further in took this moment to step into the doorway and aim at Aaron. He barely looked up in time to see her standing there, and immediately he dove for the porta-potty the corpse he had just made was behind.

He landed and let out a small grunt as he did so, barely pulling himself up before standing upright while pressed against the porta-potty. With his hand that didn't have a most likely broken wrist, he took out the handgun he had tucked away once more. Aaron hit the safety off and stepped out of cover to open fire. In a stroke of luck, the 3 rounds he shot went up the woman's body. One in the abdomen, then with the jerk of the gun from the last shot- it made the next one hit her in the chest, and then with the jerk from that one- the final one pierced through her head. She fell back to the floor with a thud, and Aaron could hear someone in the next room.

He left the shotgun on the ground for now and moved forward, going up the stairs and stepping over the corpse of the dead Carnales member. Quickly being met with the last one, protecting the lab. He opened fire on Aaron before he had the chance to even aim, the first round grazed his shoulder and tore his jacket while the next went straight into the wall behind him. And to the horror of the other, his gun jammed. Only hearing clicking as he attempted to continue firing on Aaron, who after crying out in pain from the first round was now taking aim.

To the others credit, he thought quickly. Tossing the jammed gun at Aaron which hit him in the nose, causing him to bend over and instinctively hold onto it as it now began to bleed. But that's exactly what the Carnales member needed, with Aaron distracted even for that second he seized the opportunity while it was presented to him. He charged forward and grabbed onto the collar of Aaron's shirt, pulling him back up just to swing his fist directly into the side of his face.

It cracked Aaron's jaw and if it hadn't been for him gripping onto his shirt, he most likely would've staggered. Aaron attempted to aim his gun at the other, but with his free hand he grabbed onto Aaron's forearm and began to push back against him. The two stood there for a moment, struggling as the Saint began to get the advantage, the gun slowly beginning to rise up more and more. But before he could even get an aim on the guys crotch, he crashed his forehead against Aaron's. With his grip on Aaron's forearm and shirt, he had no choice but to drop the gun and attempt to fight without it.

The ravenete cocked his other fist back and swung, his fist striking into the others eye. That caused Troubles attacker to stumble back and let him go. The two stood there for a second, staring down one another before the Carnales member spoke. "¡Te mataré, te traeré de vuelta y luego te mataré OTRA VEZ!" He threatened, pointing a finger at Aaron, "What the fuck are you even SAYING?!" The teen shouted back to him, which was promptly followed by the other stepping forward and swinging. Aaron barely moved his upper half to the side slightly to miss the hit, before retaliating with snapping his forearm against the fellow criminals features.

In the same motion as his arm went to his right after he swung it, he raised it up and swung down on him, the haymaker going directly down against the back of his head and knocking him to the ground. Aaron wasted no time before he started turning around and going for his gun that he had dropped, but the male knew exactly what he was trying to do. He grabbed onto Aaron's ankle and pulled back, making the Saint go to the floor with him. He began to crawl onto his back, but Aaron's long arm had already reached out and he'd grabbed onto his gun. When he felt the others breathing going straight onto the back of his neck, he blindly aimed his gun behind it and shot twice.

The first round went straight through his jaw and up into his head, and the second blew said jaw clean off. It landed next to Aaron's head, allowing him to get a bit of an idea of the damage he'd done to the man- but now that it was just dead weight on him that wasn't struggling, it was much easier to simple roll him off and clamber back up. He turned around and got sight of the drug lab, seeing two large barrels. From there, Aaron put two and two together and aimed once more- firing again. After 3 bullets, it blew apart. A fire began and Aaron could feel the heat and smell something.. really off in the air. It burned his nostrils and made him cringe, so as quickly as he had come in- he left.

Walking out of the warehouse and past the corpses of Los Carnales, he couldn't say he felt great. But that wasn't because of what he'd done, it was because of the pain he was currently in as a result of it. While walking, he leaned down to grab the shotgun he had dropped before quickly continuing. His walk turning into a jog as sirens rang out in the distance, cops were on their way and he couldn't stick around. He still had to hit the other drug lab.

He tossed the shotgun and even the handgun into the passenger seat, right before he pulled himself over the car door and sat upright. Aaron took a deep breath and gripped the wheel with both hands before flooring the gas and taking off, leaving the scene of murder and chaos behind and for the pigs to find. The adrenaline rush of these activities was something he'd never experienced, and he never wanted that rush to end. So he drove as quickly as he could to the next lab, hoping he could keep it going without a long pause in between the killings. He was just glad he wouldn't have to wait very long to start shooting again.

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I'm Innocent (Short Story)

Marvin finds a woman unconscious on the side of the street. Soon, police officer's are in search of someone to charge for her hit and run.

The light poles stood extra tall tonight. They almost distorted in height. The lights flashed strongly, blinding. They would catch the opening of your pupil and flood them. Smoke still lingered in the air from the strain of forcefully braking at such high speeds. The breath in his chest would hardly stay, his lungs contracting violently but never enough. The woman lay beside the car in the dirt under this mysteriously tall street lamp.

ma'am are you okay? who did this?

the door slams shut as he rushes to her. she's been there, down for almost half an hour. her hair splayed across her face and the dirt reaching out like roots for a delicate flower underneath the soil. He was panicking checking her pulse, pressing his fingers onto the artery. He held his breath and allowed the world to still so he could focus.

One beat. Two beat. Three. She's still alive. He grabs his phone and dials 911 immediately. In a frantic shout and curse he managed to get a police officer and an ambulance to deploy en route to their location. As he waited he attempted to make conversation with her or see if she would wake up. no response. It wasn't long before the sirens sang through the night sky. In a matter of minute they had arrived.

hey. my name is officer jefferey. this is officer dahlia. you ok?

yeah, yeah im fine

whats your name sir?

my name is Marvin

Well it's nice to meet you Marvin. Me and officer jefferey just want to ask a couple questions with you, if you're ready for it

Yeah sure anything I can to help

Thank you. That makes this a lot easier.

Ahem, Thank you Dahlia. Anyways, so how'd you find her?

Well I was just driving down the road you see I'm coming home from work down at the high school. We're redoing it. But yeah, I was driving home and I saw her lying here underneath the streetlamp. I had to help her.

well that was really kind of you Mr. Marvin.

yeah. youre a good guy. Officer Dahlia do you mind helping out the emt's with the lady please?

sure jeff

Marvin couldn't tell but Officer Dahlia's posture as she walked was tense. She went to help lift the gurney into the ambulance as they went over a couple final details.

Marvin, mind if i get a phone number or address? So we can contact you with any further questions

Further questions? That was all i know

I understand. Look, no pressure. I'm not trying to book you or anything alright?

So why would you ask that officer?

A formality. Routine. You know how it is

Yeah

I'm ready

The man tells him his phone number and address and the cop returns back to his police car. The lady cop closes the ambulance and they follow each other down to the hospital. The night bugs flew around the light post wildly. Their infinitesimally small wings kept them in a frenzy underneath the bulb. The distorted lamp post looked normal now that the man was returning to his car. A jazz song played as he drove home.

In a cold living room the man sat on a decaying sofa watching a game show. The prize was a vacation to Santa Boricua where they'd get to attend a multi-million dollar yacht party. The host looked particular stunning, a idol that transfixed marvin. As he watched enthralled his phone began to ring and he was snapped out of his comfort.

Uh, hello? I'm busy

Hello is this Marvin Juarez? This is the police department.

Did something happen?

No, just doing a call-up. It's been a few days and we still haven't found the hit and run suspect.

Is the woman okay? I never heard about her

Unfortunately sir she passed away yesterday morning in her sleep.

Oh god

Yes it was truly a harrowing event. That's why it's even more urgent we catch the suspect

Yeah of course. What do you need?

We just thought it'd be nice to have you come down by the station for a second interview

Absolutely

After the call the man began getting ready running a hot shower. The game show played on, the host revealing a roulette that represented three different symbols. One was a closed door, another a brain, and the final was the tails end of a coin. The hand gestures the host uses to introduce these symbols is dramatized, meant to be ooo'd and aaa'd.

As the man began grabbing the last of his thing he sat and stared at the TV with his suit jacket in hand, hair still wet. His keys laid on the table by his knee. The game show was down to only two contestants who just survived a round of heads or tails. Now was the final flip. The coin goes from the hosts palm into the air before landing delicately on the veins of his hands. He catches, covers it, and then lifts his hand to reveal tails. The audience goes wild as a contestant walks off stage.

Marvin chuckles and turns the television off. He grabs his keys in a hurry frantically checking his phone before locking the door to the house and finally getting on the road fifteen minutes to the station. The air is breezing through the car, windows down. Marvin seems to be enjoying himself. A hum to his favorite song. Another jazz piece. Louis Armstrong. La vie en rose.

Marvin, thank you for coming. Great to see you're doing okay since everything

Yeah, I'm getting by

Want a drink?

Water will do

Water. Got it

Have a seat

Thanks

All we want to do is ask a couple more questions about what happened

Want me to tell you it again?

Is there anything you remembered since it happened? Anything helps.

I just saw her there driving down 95. That's all I know

What about when you were there with her alone, before you dialed 911. Did anything, i dont know, suspicious happen?

Suspicious how?

Could be a feeling, intuition, a sound, a person

I can't say that I do, no

Okay. I understand.

Yeah. Well maybe

Huh?

The light poles

The poles?

Yeah

What about them?

Nothing. I was really tired

You sure?

Yeah, positive

Well let me ask you another question then

Of course

Have you seen any white SUVs around, perhaps a dent or two in the front bumper?

No I havent. If that's the car they used then I can keep my eyes peeled

Yeah. Definitely do that

Of course, anything

You really care about helping this girl dont you?

Are you joking? Obviously. Why wouldn't I? She just died.

I know, I know. Then that brings me to a serious question

Of course

It's come to our attention you drive the exact same vehicle that fits the description

Okay but what does that have to do with the girl?

Is it possible that you may have been drinking on the night it happened and perhaps hit her on accident?

Do you want to know what I saw? I saw a woman, in the dirt, on the side of the road, still as stiff wood. So I pulled over and helped her. I did not hit that woman.

Right. Well, sorry about that I don't mean to accuse you. I just wanted to ask because anything helps. Again, sorry to bother you Marvin.

I really hope you find whoever did this to that poor woman.

Yeah. Sorry for the hassle, we just want to make sure we cover everything that's all.

Anything I can do to help officer, please.

Yeah

See you then

Drive safe Mr. Marvin

On the way home from work the next few nights Marvin always saw somebody at the site where they found the lady. They marked the spot where her body was found. The ground the candle sat on was the last thing she had seen before the white lights of the hospital. And then, rest. Tonight Marvin drove by and it was an old lady leaving a bouquet of flowers. The lights is green and his car speeds past.

The TV is going off, a movie playing off of it this time. In it two coppers talk in a interrogation room amongst themselves. Sizzling pans and enough smoke to flood the lungs of a rodent fill the apartment's air thick. There isn't a fan or air conditioning that works well enough to channel the smoke outside so Marvin simply kept his windows open.

After cooking dinner he sits to finish the movie. On it two coppers are chasing after a criminal who runs into a back alley. The cops split up and surround him. He tries his best to out maneuver them, dodging and juking the officers. One officer reaches for his legs and grabs him as the other one notices him reaching into his jacket. The officer reaches for his handgun.

As Marvin is putting another spoonful of food in his mouth his phone begins ringing again. This time it's an unknown caller. The call connects and the only audio coming through the speaker of the phone is someone's breath. They let out a big sigh and a noise that sounds like something breaking or being thrown.

I can't believe you

Hello?

Marvin Juarez

Excuse me? Who is this?

I hate you. I hate you. I hate.

The call clicks. Marvin looks visibly shaken before running to his window to peek around. He sees nothing. Nobody. He looks for a few more moments before closing the curtains. He turns around and sits back on the couch trying his best to relax. The body is tense. The call was cold. Random. Marvin's body just couldn't relax. The cops on the show held the suspect on the floor in handcuffs, a bullet in his back.

As Marvin is driving down the road past the vigil there's a large group of people. The light is red, his windows down, a jazz tune by the Miles Davis Quintet. It Never Entered My Mind. The candles are all lit, a beautifully frightening warmth. A lovely gift to the night, dozens of people lit candles and let off lanterns in remembrance of the woman. Friends, family, all showed love and respect. Some grieve, some were shoulders, all were mourning deeply. Rest in peace.

As a woman spots Marvin's car parked at the intersection she begins to throw rocks at it. Everyone sees and starts questioning the woman and she grabs another handful of rocks and looked at the crowd before putting air in her chest and a expression of war on her face.

That's the motherfucker that hit her!

The crowd looks in shock as she begins to throw more rocks. Some spectators follow suit, others back to their cars. The family of the woman go up to the spectators begging them to stop but before she does one person throws a decent sized pebble piercing through the windshield and hitting Marvin in the eye.

As the spectators clear Marvin's eye is bleeding profusely. He covers it with one hand, then both, and the blood just finds it's way through. He notices the light is turning yellow and he floors it in a rush to his bathroom. He floods his eyes with water before putting the end of a towel on it and applying pressure. After a good time passes he finally managed to get it under control and patched up with a bandage.

As he relaxed the TV played. He stared distantly into it. His expression was dazed and his eyes were like homing missiles locked onto the characters of the show. In the sitcom that was playing there was a family member who had been acting out of character. The entire family entered the room to have an intervention. They all sat together, the troubled character dead center.

As Marvin continued to watch his eyes began to close. It was late and he didn't want to think about what had happened anymore. It was confusing and none of it made sense to him. He was tired. So tired. He didn't even want to show up to work. In the show you can hear the characters on screen vent to the troubled character in the middle before they stand up and apologize.

Precisely at that moment, a knock on marvins door. He ignores it for a second, opting to remain still. Soon another knock, followed by a flashlight through the window lighting the TV up bright as day in front of him. That got him up in his seat. The flashlight slowly moved around the wall ahead of him from corner to corner as he rose to open the door.

What the hell is going on?

Marvin Juarez, you're under arrest

The fuck for?

Get him

A wave of armored police raid the room and surround him. Head to toe in black gear. Marvin tries to struggle but is overwhelmed immediately by sheer number and force in pure militant fashion. As Marvin is stood back up now handcuffed the officer shows him a warrant and a folder. In it laid a list of crimes from hit and runs, disruption, assault and battery, and other charges all labeled Marvin Juarez.

What the hell, I didnt do nothin' wrong

I'm sorry Marvin. You know how it is. Or maybe you don't

The fuck you mean, stop messing around

Take him boys

Marvin is thrown into the back of a police car and a seatbelt is straddled across his chest. The officers clamor and regroup before preparing to case the house and return back to their place of operations. Officer Jefferey and Officer Dahlia both are standing by the car as Marvin watches a man come over and congratulate them with a pat on the shoulders. He nods to them before he walks away and they talk amongst ourselves.

See, easy as pie

I can't believe I never knew about it

Yeah. It happens almost every time. I kind feel bad for the guy

But he is a criminal so I dont see why

I get it but he's ill

So what? Who gives a fuck? He attacked a pedestrian one time

Yeah but because of his condition he loses his grip on reality. Imagine what mustve happened to the guy

No thanks. Gross. Can we just drop this guy off and go home? I want to see my husband.

Fine. C'mon.

The two officers enter the car. The ceilings. They feel different. They feel taller. Wider. Spacier. Distorted. The two officers make a call to dispatch before driving off to an undisclosed location, not even bothering to talk to their passenger who has said nothing since everything happened. The ceiling of the car continued to breathe and become taller. Marvin began to sweat.

I didn't kill the girl

Save it pal

I didnt

Don't talk to him Dahlia, he'll only spin stories

I'm not going to

I'm right here. I'm telling you, you made a mistake. I don't understand. I was just driving home. I didn't do anything.

As he began to explain his side of the story the walls began to curl into themselves. The distortion became so bad the car looked like it had gone into a black hole. The officers ignored the man as they drove. They look at each other for only a second before they sit in complete silence. But Marvin couldn't relax. He couldn't sit silent.

You need to turn around right now. I can't be here. I can't go back. I didn't do anything. I swear, I promise. I was nice. I helped the lady. You should be thanking. Why are you taking me back? I just got a job, I was going to start my life over. I was going to be a better man.

Marvin. Shut the hell up you liar. I'm tired of you always defending yourself like some helpless victim. You killed the woman and you lied. Your condition, it's gotten worse since we first met you. You consistently black out traumatic events, suffer from a myriad of dissociation disorders, and always always run with your tail between your legs after you get caught. I'm tired of it.

Officer Jefferey....

No Dahlia, he needs to hear it. It's not your fault what happened to you. But you can't be wondering around out here, it's dangerous.

You mean, I'm the danger?

No, I mean it's dangerous for all of us. You included. It's better off if we keep you in the hospital where you belong.

No. I don't want to go back.

I'm sorry Marvin. You killed a woman. Your SUV had dents in the front bumper and everything.

That was

Do you remember when that happened? Was a pretty good dent. Had to be a ride

It must've happened some other time but I swear it wasn't me. I know it wasn't

Okay Marvin, whatever you say

Told you Jeff. Just let it go.

The car drove along the stretch of infinite highways. The black of the pavement matched the night of the sky. No stars tonight. Just the single pair of headlights riding down the asphalt to it's destination. As Marvin looks out the window he sees nothing but clouds and they form different obscure shapes. The car is back to normal and the episode is over. Marvin is calm and passive, blank again. Blank as the TV in his room. Blank as the sky with no stars.

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motownfiction · 2 years

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“OK, but this time, i drive”

Sam drives like he thinks – too fast and too focused on the radio. When he and Sadie drive over to Belleville Lake for another one of Sadie’s soul-searching sessions, he almost runs clean through a red light on account of trying to sing along with The Dead Milkmen.

“Bitchin’ Camaro, bitchin’ Camaro / Donuts on your lawn! / Bitchin’ Camaro, bitchin’ Camaro / Tony Orlando and Dawn!”

Another car honks at Sam as he slams on the brakes. He turns to Sadie with innocent embarrassment in his eyes, and he looks just like he did when he was five and ate the cookie she was saving for after dinner. Sadie purses her lips together and tries to find the right words.

“You know you’re not driving a Camaro right now, don’t you?” she asks. “That you’re driving a shitty Escort that could fall apart at any second?”

“Yeah, but it’s fun to pretend,” Sam says. “You remember pretending, right? Like when you used to grab a Barbie and a Ken and pretend they were you and Daniel, getting married?”

Sadie turns bright pink. She’s been going out with Daniel for almost two years, but she’d prefer to forget all those awkward years of pining (with Barbie dolls, with diary entries, with very vivid, misguided fantasies about Endless Love). She fidgets in the passenger seat and turns down the volume on the car radio.

“I remember,” she mutters.

“Yeah, me too,” Sam says. “I especially remember how weirdly religious the Barbie weddings were. Remember how you used to stop in the middle of the ceremony so the dolls could take the Eucharist?”

Sadie turns from bright pink to deep red. She can’t see herself, but she can feel her freckles disappear. Sam smiles goofily and turns the radio station to “The Beat Goes On.” The light turns green, and he sings all the words under his breath. He is made of music.

“Really, it was an excuse for me to eat bread and drink grape juice in the middle of the day,” Sadie says. “But don’t worry – I’m over that.”

“I should hope so. Those Ken dolls didn’t look like Daniel at all.”

Sadie nods.

“They were too tall,” she says, and Sam laughs.

“Yeah,” he says. “Something like that.”

Sam takes a sharp right turn and pulls all the way into the left lane, as irresponsible drivers do. As he makes the turn, he switches to yet another radio station, one that’s inexplicably playing “Mais Que Nada.” Even more inexplicably, Sam knows all the lyrics, despite not speaking a word of Portuguese. Sadie hangs her head and laughs.

“What?” Sam asks as they get closer to the lake.

“Nothing,” Sadie says. “It’s just … why do I bring you on these trips?”

“Because you’re trying to find yourself,” Sam says. “And who better to help you find yourself than the guy who was born right next to you?”

“I know. But you’re so …”

“Charming? Handsome? Hilarious? Smart enough to arrange all of those words in alphabetical order without even thinking about it?”

“Well, yeah. But I was going to say … you’re so much.”

Sam’s grin turns into a little smile, just barely forming on his lips. He takes a slower turn into the parking lot near the lake.

“I am,” he agrees. “But you’re a lot, too.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Sadie asks.

Sam shrugs.

“Really depends on how you feel about it,” he says. “But for what it’s worth … my super organized, ultra loyal, mega helpful twin sister who can’t mind her own business even if she’s got a gun to her head? I kinda like her. She’s kinda my favorite person.”

Sadie swallows hard, trying to trick the tears that are beginning to sting behind her eyes.

“You know, you better learn to pay attention to the road,” she says, not sure where to take the conversation next. “If you’re not careful, that radio’s going to get you killed.”

Sam pulls into a spot and puts the car in park.

“Oh, I hope the radio kills me,” he says. “What a way to go. Dead because some station out there lets ‘Back in the U.S.S.R.’ fade directly into ‘Dear Prudence.’ What a great idea.”

Sadie rolls her eyes. On the inside, she’s trembling. She doesn’t like to think about herself dying – often finds herself wondering if there’s a way she can opt out of the whole inevitable demise thing – but thinking about Sam dying is even worse. Sam is herself outside of herself. If he died, Sadie would die, too. She swallows again and tries to put it out of her mind.

“You know, maybe we ought to go somewhere else one of these days,” Sam says. “Belleville Lake gets pretty old. Maybe we could try to sneak into the beaches in St. Clair Shores. They’re weird about who they let in, but I think if we dressed well enough, we could fool them pretty easily.”

Sadie smiles. That’s Sam – thinking too fast for his own good.

“OK,” she says, “but this time, I drive.”

Sam chuckles and takes the key out of the ignition. As they get out of the car and walk toward the water, he throws the keys at Sadie. She catches them, but just barely.

“Sounds like a plan.”

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sadie doyle #ch: sam doyle #year: 1986 #dynamic: i'll be your mirror #religion #asks #areiphilos

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writing-for-marvel · 2 years

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Just a Little Late

Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: He was only five minutes away, but are those the five minutes which prevents Steve from saving you?

Prompt: “Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.” - in bold

Warnings: angst cause I can’t help myself, explosion, belief of main character death, blood, severe injuries to reader, hospitals, happy ending

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: I wrote this for @moongoddessmox’s 2.1k + Valentine’s Day Event! (although it’s by far not your traditional fluffy Valentine’s fic)

This was specifically written for/dedicated to my bestie, my angst sister, @babybluebuck I love you Bee, I hope you know just how much of a treasure you are ❤️ Happy Valentine’s Day my love (you know me too well to know I ain’t giving you a fluffy Valentine’s fic, got to endure the angst first)

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

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The illuminated GPS in the centre console confirmed their ETA was five minutes.

A measly 300 seconds.

“I’m going in.” Steve’s heart plummeted through the leather seat of the SUV.

“We’re almost there. Wait for backup.” He demanded into the comms nestled in his ear. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white, his foot pressing the accelerator even closer to the floor of the car.

He felt the piercing, knowing, stare of Natasha from the passenger seat boring into his skull, but he refused to acknowledge the connotation of it with a return glance, instead keeping his eyes intently focussed on the road.

He should have been with you. Well, maybe that was a bit of a stretch as it was conditional on your acceptance, but if he hadn't chickened out of asking you to Valentine’s Day dinner like he had been building the courage for the week prior, you might be currently at your favourite restaurant enjoying a few laughs, and if he was lucky maybe a kiss as well, instead of making it to the laboratory before the rest of the team.

“Cap, you know you’d do it if you were in my position.” Your austere voice stated through the transmission.

Steve didn’t have a response to this. Even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, you were right. You were always right. He wouldn't hesitate to run into danger without a second thought for his own safety at the chance to save a life.

The protectiveness which always surged within him when you were around was now exploding like fireworks in his chest. He knew you were more than capable of defending yourself, yet the thought of you entering that building alone, facing unknown threats, with no one to watch your back, had him almost paralysed with fear at the wheel.

His instincts were telling him something was off.

“She can handle herself.” Nat assured after a minute of silence within the car.

Before speaking, Steve navigated a corner at high speed, expertly turning the wheel and using the brakes in tandem so he didn’t crash into the oncoming traffic in the adjacent lanes. He slammed the accelerator to the floor again once they were on the straightened road.

“I know that.”

“We’ll be there in a couple minutes, then she won’t be alone.” Nat’s voice was too tranquil for Steve’s liking - it completely contrasted the severe anxiety swirling in his chest. After a long beat, she spoke again. “Look, I know you’re in love with her, but-”

“What? No I’m not!” Dire denial coated his words but Nat simply scoffed, she had always told him he was a bad liar.

“You say that as if you don’t follow her around like a lost puppy and look at her like she holds your entire world in her hands.” He could hear the smirk in her voice, which irritated him. It was now the second time in as many minutes that another avenger had proved him wrong, rendering him speechless. “Why do you think I stopped trying to set you up?”

Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed.

He either spent his time with you, or thinking about you, perhaps he had been too distracted to observe the change in Nat’s behaviour.

“Once we finish up here, you should ask her out. I’m pretty sure she has a thing for you too if the way her face lights up when you walk into a room is anything to go by.”

Steve didn’t even have time to register Nat’s words, nor the way warmth would have spread through his entire chest at the notion that you reciprocated even a fraction of his feelings for you - a sound as loud as a sonic boom temporarily deafened him.

The laboratory, which they were now only a minute away from and could see directly in front of them, quaked harshly, warm orange fire and smoke rapidly billowed out of the structure as the blast of the explosion reverberated through the entire city, knocking their vehicle into a spin.

Steve stared at the crumbling building once he regained control of the car, a hole the size of a bowling ball ripped through his chest when he thought about you, the person who he wanted to protect above all else, being alone as the detonation went off, your fragile body tossed around by the explosion as he helplessly watched on as the building when up in flames.

“Y/N, do you copy?” Steve’s heart thumped ferociously against his rib cage. All air ejected from his lungs and suddenly the effort to take even a single breath seemed excruciating. The infuriating crackle of static from the comms only tightened the burning constriction in his chest, and for much longer than was safe, completely forgot he was in control of a vehicle travelling at a speed double the limit.

His hands trembled against the steering wheel. With his super senses, he could feel every torturous microsecond pass that you didn’t reply, frames of time in slow motion ticking over as the car sped along as he was all but powerless to observe the disintegrating building, which you were somewhere within.

If only you had waited for them prior to entering.

“Y/N?” This time his voice was gentler, pleading, begging that he would miraculously hear your soothing voice responding on the other end, even though the logical part of his brain told him it wouldn’t come.

And though he wanted to be proved wrong yet again, this time he wasn't.

Frustration and desolation reached boiling point in Steve’s chest, resulting in him swearing loudly, so vehemently that Natasha actually jumped in her seat beside him. Taking the small device from his ear, he crushed it between his bare fingers before letting the fragments drop to the floor.

Natasha took a shaky breath before speaking.

“Our mission is still Dr Cho and her research.” Steve couldn’t believe Nat, who had spent more time with you than anyone, besides perhaps himself, was completely ignoring the rather obvious fact that you were in that building too.

He couldn’t find it in himself to care about some damn research. Nor about some mission which he knew others could focus on completing. He needed to find you. That was his mission.

“Nat if you think I’m not bringing Y/N/N out with me-”

“Steve, I know. But Y/N knew what she was signing up for. The assignment is the research - that’s what she went in there looking for.” It was now Steve’s turn to scoff - the knowledge that you had been put in danger, hurt, probably killed, for the sole reason of finding this research, made him resent it and, if possible, care even less about finding it.

The vehicle came to a screeching stop beside the building. Steve put the car in park, pulled up the handbrake but didn’t even take the time to turn off the ignition before essentially leaping out the open door.

He was coming to find you. Consequences and his own safety be damned.

He just prayed he wasn’t too late.

* * *

The first thing you remember was spluttering as thick, particle polluted air entered your lungs.

When you opened your eyes, you found the world spinning. A persistent ringing filled your ears as you tried to focus your pupils and balance yourself on the debris-covered floor which was swaying like a boat on rough seas.

Your stomach churned, a nauseous feeling rising up your digestive system as you futilely attempted to steady yourself. Searching your foggy brain, for the life of you you couldn’t remember where exactly you were or why you were here, in the remnants of what looked like it had at one point been a medical laboratory, but was now covered in rubble and slabs of concrete from the destroyed ceiling.

On hands and knees, you started crawling to where beams of sunlight shone between the wreckage, the exposed skin beneath your torn clothing began to sting as fresh cuts mixed with the dirt and shattered glass littering the floor. Through your dizzy haze, and the dusty cloud of debris, you could see someone approaching at a run.

You’d recognise that fiery red hair anywhere.

A sense of calm washed over you despite the devastating scene. Natasha Romanoff always knew what to do - she had an uncanny ability to form a plan on the fly, escaping danger at an almost comical eleventh-hour and brush it off after the fact as if nothing even remotely disconcerting happened. But as she neared, all you could notice was the unfamiliar panic consuming her eyes.

Her mouth was moving, but the only sound you could hear was tinnitus, the ringing so unwelcomely repetitive it was making your head throb. Or perhaps, you considered, that might be a concussion caused by whatever explosion had seemingly occurred before your memory kicked in.

Bending down beside you, Nat’s hands quickly found their way to your abdomen in what you initially thought was an attempt to pull you to your feet, but you soon realised was for a much more dire reason.

White hot panic tightened your chest as you looked down to where Nat now applied strenuous pressure, observing a rusty metal shard protruding from your abdomen. Attributing the previous numbness to the adrenaline running through your system, as soon as your eyes landed on the foreign object puncturing your tender skin, and the blood spilling out of the wound at an alarming rate, your body seized in pain.

Nat caught you in her arms before you had the opportunity to face plant into the ground. One of her dainty hands framed the shard of metal, applying force in an attempt to stem your bleeding, as the other snaked under your arm to keep you upright, carefully stepping around the wreckage, heading towards the sunlight outside.

But you knew without some help, you wouldn’t be able to escape the crumbling building quickly enough. However, the persistent ringing in your ears was slowly subsiding, allowing you to now discern the blare of sirens approaching.

Maybe all hope wasn’t lost yet.

She brushed something out of your hair, as you neared the exit of the room you had woken up in, and for the first time you felt a trickle of blood run over your temple and down your cheek.

“Helps’ coming. Just hold on for me.” Nat implored, even though you were positive she believed you couldn’t hear her. She now bore essentially all your weight, each step slower than the last as you struggled to maintain an upright stance.

“Nat, have you found her?” Even though your hearing was still somewhat compromised, you could discern the palpable distress in the familiar voice.

“Not yet!” Nat yelled back. “But I’ve got Y/N. You go find Cho.”

Ignoring her instruction completely, Steve Rogers in his patriotic blue suit rushed into view. When his gaze fell upon you, all but helpless to hold yourself up, the soft recognition in his eyes peeking out behind the fear and something of relief could have fooled you into thinking you were the ‘her’ he was referring to.

For a moment the crippling pain coursing through your body numbed and all you could focus on was how his worried blue eyes roamed your frame, and how he bit the inside of his lip in a way, which you knew him well enough to know, he was fighting back tears.

The sight of him always brought a serenity which you only found in his presence, and your heart, though perhaps now was struggling to pump rhythmically with your loss of blood, skipped a beat in your chest for another reason entirely.

Dropping his shield with a clatter, his large arms scooped you up bridal style, giving Nat a beseeching look which you missed as you pressed your face into his rock hard chest.

“Besides the puncture to her abdomen, she had glass in her hair, she probably took a knock to the head and may have a concussion. She’s also likely blown her eardrums because she can’t hear anything.” Nat rattled off, seemingly content with letting Steve take you even though it contradicted her directive from earlier.

Steve then took off at a run navigating the maze of the wreckage. Something told you you should correct Nat’s words from earlier and inform him you could in fact hear, but then a shiver ran down your spine, your entire body now felt absent of any heat, and instead you curled into Steve’s body to find all the warmth you could.

Darkness crept into the edges of your vision, your eyes unintentionally unfocussing as you felt Steve’s grip on you tighten. You coughed violently after inhaling the sooty smoke filling the air, and it was difficult not to think about all the pungent chemicals in the lab you were breathing in which were potentially much more deadly than the wound in your stomach.

As Steve rounded a corner, turning to head another direction when your path was blocked by a slab of concrete, numbness enveloped your entire body. The searing pain of metal lacerating your insides had softened to a dull ache as you started to drift in and out of consciousness.

“No, no, no, keep your eyes open for me. Please Y/N.” But your eyelids felt so heavy. It would be so easy just let them flutter shut one last time. To fall into a blissful sleep and let the darkness devour you. “I love you, please, I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

Those words pulled you from the engulfing darkness back into the light. They were new and foreign to you, definitely something you weren’t expecting to hear, but they evoked a blooming delight in your chest which left you breathless. You weren’t sure if it was the combination of a concussion and being so close to death that had you imagining a fantasy of what you would most like to hear in your final moments, or if they were actually real.

Blinding light consumed your vision as Steve burst out of the building, and rushed over to an ambulance. All you could do was look up earnestly at his anxious features as he placed you on the gurney.

“Can you hear me? I love you, I’ve always loved you, please.” Tears were trickling down his cheeks now, but you didn’t have the energy to reach up and wipe them away. “I need you to know I love you.”

Even though your entire body felt ice cold, your chest burst with warm joy. It will have taken your death for him to build the courage to tell you, but you could go to your grave knowing the man you loved reciprocated your feelings.

“I love you too.” You croaked just before your world went black.

* * *

A pounding ache in your forehead stirred you awake. A monotonous rhythmic beep from beside you resounded through the hospital room, which was the only other sound audible except the faint voices coming from the hallway, diffusing through the ajar door. Even in your hazy post-anesthetic come-to, you could recognise the voices as your friends.

The faint scent of your favourite flowers hit you next, noticing a bouquet of them by the window as you continued to take in your surroundings, a note, which poked out between the petals, had Steve’s distinctly messy handwriting scrawled on the side facing you.

Your heart swelled at the thought of him and his kind gesture which triggered the recollection of the last thing you remembered before waking in the hospital.

The laboratory.

The explosion.

The confession.

God the confession. How you had longed, but never expected, to hear those words from him for months, if not years.

All it took was a building coming down on top of you for him to finally reveal it.

A gentle knock on the door pulled you out of your reverie.

“Are you awake?” Steve whispered, poking his gorgeous face around the edge of the door, those stunning blue eyes of his met your own and the smile which bloomed on his face at the recognition that you were indeed awake made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I- err we- were going to lose you.” He exclaimed as he hurried to your bedside.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than an explosion and a building collapsing on me for you to lose me, Rogers.” Your voice was hoarse with underuse. A blush crept up his cheeks until his cheekbones burned bright red, and he let out a relieved chuckle.

“Don’t know why I was so worried then… it’s not like you almost died in my arms or something.” There was a joking tone to his voice, the cheerfulness of which didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You reached for his hands and started fiddling with his fingers, in turn Steve’s thumb slowly drew circles over the smooth skin on the back of your hand, careful to avoid snagging the IV in your arm.

“You remember what happened?” He asked more tentatively than would be usual for him. His eyes were hopeful, yet anxious. The blue now closer to a stormy sky rather than their usual baby blue.

“Do you mean with the detonation, or you panickingly confessing your love for me?” At that moment he paused fidgeting with your hands and looked you directly in the eye, which he had been too nervous to do beforehand.

“You remember anything after that?”

After that? That was a little foggy, but how important could it be? He told you he loved you, that he couldn’t lose you, what could be more important than that? You didn’t need to shake your head for him to know you couldn’t remember, the perplexed expression gave him the answer in itself.

“You said you loved me too.” It was your turn for your cheeks to heat up. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, because you did, but you hadn’t remembered confessing your most closely guarded secret.

“Well, that’s because I do.” His eyes sparkled as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“You do?”

“Yeah Stevie, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” The words felt so natural on the tip of your tongue, and you couldn’t wait to keep saying them for as long as he wanted to hear them.

He leaned over the railing of the hospital bed, tilted your chin up with his index finger, and captured your lips in a kiss. Although you were confined to a bed, the desperation and love shown in the way his lips moved against yours was unmatched - he had almost lost you, and you now knew unequivocally that he never intended to let you go again.

When he finally pulled back, the smile he beamed was as bright as the sun.

“You know, I was going to ask you to be my valentine this year, but I chickened out. I feel like an idiot, if I knew how you felt I would have asked you, not just yesterday, but a long time ago.”

“Well how about I make a deal with you right now…” You picked up his hand again, and placed a small kiss to his knuckles. “I’ll be your valentine every year for the rest of my life, if you promise to never stop kissing me like that.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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wearywinchester · 3 years

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Regrets

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When a fight leaves you both having some regrets, a little space brings some clarity.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: angsts, injury, mentions of death, guilt, comfort, fluff

The tension swirling around in the car was nearly unbearable, thick and heavy as you sat pressed to the passenger side door. You’d been doing it out of spite for the older Winchester, feeding off each other’s anger, each other’s huffs and puffs. He’d noticed just how far away you were sitting and it had him tensing his jaw because he knew exactly what you were doing and it was working.

It was working and he absolutely wouldn’t admit it.

The hunt had gone all kinds of wrong, couldn’t have gone worse apart from one of you dying. Actually, you almost did and that was the problem. That was every bit Dean’s problem and the very thought of it sent his anger from a simmer to a boil in the pit of his stomach every time it crossed his mind. To be more specific, it’s the only thing he’s been thinking about this whole time. But in true Dean Winchester fashion, the fear and concern eating away at him didn’t come out so clearly.

His vulnerability was mostly expressed through anger. Yelling and shutting down, mumbling strings of curses— it was anger in its truest form just to hide how scared he really is.

It was quiet, no radio no nothing save for the occasional clear of his throat or a heavy exhale coming from either one of you. It was quiet and you couldn’t wait to get out of that car, couldn’t wait to be back at the and take up residence in your room, maybe even one of the spares just to be farther from him. You have plenty of them to choose from. You felt like you’d scream if you spent even so much as another ten minutes with him.

You’d gotten hurt that day, gotten hurt and it wasn’t unlike other times. It wasn’t ideal how the hunt should have gone, ideally you wouldn’t have been a ghost’s kebab as she stuck her hand right through you and around your heart. Ideally you wouldn’t have been thrown against a wall without care for where you landed by Casper the unfriendly ghost. You almost sealed your fate that day all for the sake of getting the job done. All for the sake of saving lives.

That was his problem.

But, his problem wasn’t expressed in the best of ways. It was expressed in shouts and running his hand through his hair, in telling you he never wants you hunting again and a tightly clenched jaw. You argued back and forth for the better part of half the trip home, that lump still sitting heavy in your throat as you suppress your tears.

You were dying to be back home, in fact, you weren’t waiting another minute.

“Let me out,” you said, tone angry as you spoke.

His brows furrowed, looking at you for a moment. “What?”

“Pull over and let me out.”

“Not a chance, it’s ten at night and it’s about to freakin’ rain, Y/n. Who knows what’s out there,” he says, his voice raising.

“I know what’s out there, Dean, we hunt it for a living. Let me out. I’d rather walk than spend another minute listening to you huff and puff.”

“No.”

He pretended that it didn’t sting as much as it did, he pretended it didn’t make him swallow thickly and hid it with a little more tension in his jaw. They were just words. Just words spoken out of anger much like all of the things the two of you had spoken in the last half hour.

You could hear the frustration in his voice, in the single word, could see the tension in his jaw and just how tightly he gripped the wheel. That crease between his brows was deeper than ever and it showed each time a car passed you by.

“Dean.”

“Do you like throwing yourself in danger, Y/n? Is that what it is?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, breathing out a huff that’s more than dramatic as the anger you feel only gets worse, both your anger is. You’re both feeding off of your own frustrations at this point and you can bear another second of it.

“Pull the damn car over or I’ll jump out myself,” you grit out, because if you talk any louder your voice just might fail you.

In a matter of seconds he veers off to pull over as you insisted, braking with a little more force than necessary as he stared ahead at the road. You were blind to the incoming storm, and Dean definitely wasn’t, couldn’t have been. But he pulled over anyway just like you wanted him to.

“You hate me so much, fine, you’re free to go.”

You pause for a moment, gaze narrowed at him before you grabbed your bag. “Yeah, well, maybe I do.”

Without another word from either of you, you got out, missing the way he looked at you as you did and the way he bit the inside of his cheek. And you missed the look on his face when you slammed the door shut, slinging your bag over your shoulder. After a beat of silence he pulls away, tires screeching against the pavement as he sped off down the road with the rev of his engine muffling the farther he gets.

You swallow thickly as you tighten your jacket around yourself, gaze narrowed as you watch the red of the tail lights disappear. Your anger still simmered as your heart raced, but that lump in your throat became near impossible to suppress as you walked along the gravelly side of the road by yourself. But that’s just it—you were by yourself. Those tears you fought so hard to hide glossed over your eyes now, spilling over your cheeks now. All of that built up frustration was seeping it’s way out.

You didn’t have to be so stubborn now that you were all alone, didn’t have to keep that front you put up for the sake of looking strong in front of green eyes.

Gravel and fallen leaves crunched under your feet as you walked along, the noises almost uncomfortably loud in contrast to your surroundings. You felt like an easy target for whatever is out there, felt like all eyes were on you despite the very real fact that you were all by yourself. But a part of you didn’t care at this point.

That adrenaline from the hunt still coursed through you, fueled by dwindling frustration that came and went in waves. It was seeping out in the form of tears, in the form of you kicking rocks in your path and throwing caution to the wind as you walked with heavier footsteps.

You weren’t that far from the bunker, not really. You had your knife tucked in your boot, you could handle yourself. You’re not as weak as you felt in that moment, and the emotions running wild through you was enough to have you putting up a good fight should you need to.

But you needed space. Needed space to keep any more words of regret from spilling past your lips. Needed space before you felt like your heart would burst right out of your chest.

You stuffed your hands in your pockets as you sniffed, tears running hot down cold cheeks as you watched the way your breath puffed out against the cold air. You tried to ignore the drizzle of the rain, tried to ignore it as you put your hood up, only for the wind to blow it right back down once more and after a few hasty battles with Mother Nature you decided to give it up. Decided to toss away your comfort as the icy droplets fell down on you heavier and heavier as the seconds passed.

You settle for picking up your pace as you walk down the road, the one that’s never been ideally lit for as long as you can remember. You weren’t that far, not really, you could make it back.

You tried not to think about your wavering anger, and the way it wavered more and more each time you thought about your conversation in the car. You tried not to think about how comforting one of his flannels would be, or the warmth of his arms. You shook it from your mind because you had yourself convinced you had to be angry at him.

What happened that day wasn’t just some run of the mill incident on a hunt. It wasn’t scraped knees or busted lips, it was sprained ankles or bloody noses. You almost bit the bullet and hunted your last hunt that day. You still felt that pain in your chest despite the threat of that ghost being long gone and put to rest. You still felt that jarring fear, that shake in your hands, and you still felt that urge to cry over it despite your overwhelming need to feel like you’ve got to be tough even when you don’t.

It was all still there, and now you’ve gone and had a screaming match with the older Winchester. Now you’ve both gone and spewed more than enough things you regret.

You didn’t know what was worse, the regretful anger sitting heavy in your stomach, or your overwhelming desire to get out of this awful weather so you could sulk in the warmth of the bunker. To get rid of that heavy sense of feeling vulnerable walking by yourself even though you’d insisted on doing so. You insisted and you got what you wanted.

But you picked up the pace once you reached that familiar stretch of road, once you spotted home tucked in that hillside. You picked up the pace despite the fatigue you felt telling you to slow it down.

You were cold, you were wet, you were miserable.

Meanwhile, Dean was back at the bunker stewing in his own regret unbeknownst to you. He’d debated a million and one times on turning back and going to get you. He could’ve handled you arguing with him, could’ve handled you hating him. Well, you’d gone and said that you did and he doesn’t know if he really could handle it as much as he’d like to act like it. But you were angry, you were angry and so was he and nothing good ever came out of arguing.

You snagged the key from where the three of you kept it hidden and sniffled once more before you pushed the door open, shutting out the terrible weather behind you in favor of the sheltered warmth of the bunker.

The place seemed empty despite the fact that you knew it wasn’t. Sam should be back after a hunt with Eileen, and surely Dean was around here somewhere. You knew he was judging by the fresh tire tracks in the gravel but you tried not to think about it. You tried to think about going unnoticed until you could get a change of clothes. He didn’t need to see how miserable you looked, how right he was about the rain, how right he was about how scared you truly were after that day.

If he knew that, then that tough guy act you put up after all this time would crumble to pieces in an instant.

You may have been able to snag a dry change of clothes without being seen, may have been able to sneak off to the bathroom without it either. But he knew you were here, and he knew you had to have been worse for wear and it had his guilt and regret simmering in a frenzy.

He saw the wet and slightly muddy footprints in the hall, he saw your rain soaking jacket on the coat rack, heavy with the accumulated rainfall. He saw the way those footprints first went to your shared room, tracked them all the way down the hall to a room that’s farthest from his own. And in there were more wet clothes, cold and heavy as he gathered them to toss in the hamper, in there were soaked leather boots with mud caked on the edges.

You were stubborn as hell and so was he.

But that anger was beginning to wash away with the cold as you cleaned yourself up, as you tried your hardest to have the day roll off your shoulders. But that pain in your chest was only a dreadful reminder of its events. You wanted to be angry, and a part of you still was, because being angry was better than facing Dean Winchester in that moment.

You swiped that dampened wash rag over your face once more, too tired to go so far as to take a shower. Too tired to do much more than sulk and stew in a heap of emotions as you changed your clothes into dryer, warmer ones. They only comforted you so much with the feelings you’ve got weighing you down.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you exchanged some less than desirable words with him, didn’t know where he was as you walked down the hall and slipped into the room you’d claimed that night. You didn’t notice the pile of wet clothes that’d gone missing, but you saw the extra blanket on the bed. It could’ve been Sam, could’ve been, but deep down you knew it wasn’t.

There were plenty of things you would’ve noticed had you come home a little bit earlier. But you didn’t.

He cleaned up the books he’d swept off one of the tables in the library out of his own frustration. He’d righted the chair he kicked, cleaned up the mess of anger and frustration he’d made in his room. He picked up the pieces of his regret for letting you get out of that car at the dead of night.

You got in bed, you switched off the lights and climbed under the covers as you let out a sigh, one that was just as shaky as ever as your tears decided they were quite done with you. As you lay there on your side you fail to see the shadows of the boots on the other side of your door, standing there for a moment before they’d disappeared once more.

You were tired as ever, physically fatigued and emotionally exhausted as you lay there in a bed that’s worse for wear as the springs dig into your side. The room didn’t feel quite so welcoming, didn’t feel quite so comfortable as yours did because a certain green eyed hunter wasn’t on the other side of the wall. He wasn’t on the other side of the mattress.

That anger and that hurt still coursed through you, but it wasn’t scorching and hot, it wasn’t singing your actions like they had been a while ago. You tried to push it out of your mind, trying your hardest to convince yourself that a good night’s sleep would be the best answer to all of this, that it would keep you from saying anything else you surely would regret saying as soon as they’re spoken.

But you know you’re far past doing that.

You try anyway, try to tuck yourself further under the blankets and close your eyes. You were beyond tired, the day robbing you of any energy, stripping you of a good mood for a good long while. You tried your hardest to fall asleep and put the day behind you like you know you probably should. Things were said and done and there was no changing it, so the most you could do was sleep and restart the next day. But you couldn’t.

You tossed and turned on that mattress for a good half hour, riddled with discomfort and your mind plagued with just one thing, just one person. You knew he’d be awake, that was something you were certain of even if he pretends to be asleep like he sometimes does.

Indecision weighs you down as you sit on the edge of the bed, feet pressed to the cold concrete floor. It tugs you in every direction as you walk to the door with reluctance and ultimately step into the dimmed hallway. It was quiet as ever as you walked, footsteps much quieter than the squeak of your rain soaked boots.

It took some walking before you saw the light in the kitchen streaming into the hall, heard the clatter of a few dishes. You made it to the doorway, made it all the way there before you froze. You paused and waited, waited to work up the nerve. It could have been Sam, it very well could have been him but the thud of his boots answered that for you, a sound that drew closer and had you turning and walking away.

You didn’t get very far.

“Y/n?” You froze once more and paused, waiting a moment before you turned around. His gaze was on you as you looked up at him, your brows furrowing. “It’s raining, isn’t it?”

You sigh, shifting on your feet. “No, not really.”

“You’re wet, Y/n.”

“I took a shower,” you counter, too fast for your words to be true. It’s quiet as he nods, completely unconvinced by your words and he hears the edge to your tone.

His mouth opens and closes a few times with words he doesn’t even know are on the tip of his tongue. There’s too many things he wants to say at once, namely the bang up job you did at cleaning that scrape on your cheek. Or the way you look like you’re chilled to the bone. Or maybe a spew of words of how much he regrets listening to you, how he hates himself for listening and letting you go like that.

But he finds he doesn’t have the opportunity when you find yourself doing the same, only you do find words to say.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you say, looking at him for a moment before turning away and walking back down the hall.

You don’t see the way his hand reaches out, or the way it drops back to his side because you’re too busy rushing back to that miserable spare bedroom with another regret to add the the hefty and ever growing pile. It grows heavier when you hear that door close down the hall. It grows more and more as the seconds pass, as the minutes pass in that less than comfortable stupid spare room.

It’s laughable for you to think you’d make it a night on your own in there, not with the way you’re wiping angry tears away. It didn’t feel good to be at odds with him, not when it’s fueled by nothing more than stupidity and stubbornness at this point. There was no good reason to avoid him, no good reason to leave him standing there like you did.

You couldn’t take another minute.

You were quiet as you slipped out of that room with the intention of never returning to it, quiet as you padded back down that dimly lit hall towards your true home, rather the one that resides in that room. You’re timid as you twist the knob and open the door, finding green eyes laying on his side of the bed, the lamp switched off.

You swallow thickly as you stand there timidly, your lip between your teeth in a nervous habit. You let the moments pass as you stand there unsure of yourself, waiting a moment more before you close the door behind you. You circle the bed and climb in quietly, under the blankets before you turn and lay on your side too, your back to him.

It’s tense at first, tense for a good long few minutes with nothing other than the sound of the two of you breathing and the sound of the blankets rustling when one of you moves. But that tense quiet is melted as you feel his arm draped over you, tugging you closer and closer until you’re pressed to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your skin, soft but enough for you to hear.

You can hear the regret in his hushed tone, can hear the guilt weighing the two words down. At first you’re quiet, staring ahead as your lip wobbles under your emotions. You don’t say anything but after a little while you turn around, face to face with the expression that matched the words.

You look at him for a moment, gaze bouncing over every inch of his face. You swallow as you look at him, quietly mulling everything over that you wish you hadn’t said that day. But there’s one thing that keeps coming back, one thing that weighs heavy.

“I could never hate you,” you murmur, soft and embarrassed.

You see the way he nods softly, see the way the corner of his mouth quirks upwards in a half smile as he reaches up and traces the tips of his fingers across your cheek, along the curve of your ear. He nods until he rests his forehead against yours, noses bumping.

“What do you say we take a break from hunting for a little while,” he says softly, eyes falling closed as his breath puffs warmly against your lips. “Just for a little while.”

He’s sick of the close calls, doesn’t want to think about that day for a while even though he knows he won’t ever stop dwelling on it. This was too much and he desperately wants to have a break from the fear of losing you for a little while.

You take a breath and nod, you nod and you kiss him softly and it settles the nerves rumbling around within him.

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that, De,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose down to his lips in a lingering kiss.

That tension of regret still hangs heavy in his shoulders, still hangs heavy in your heart no matter how many times the two of you apologize. He knows you’ll never blame him for pulling over like that, you insisted after all. He knows he’ll never let himself off the hook either. But he doesn’t want to bring it up, not now that you’re safe in his arms once more.

He doesn’t want to bring up just how much he wishes you wouldn’t play tough guy after hunts like these, just how much that day bothered him. And you feel like you could tell him a million times over just how much you love him but he knows, even if you’re beating yourself up for what you said in the heat of the moment he knows it’s just that.

You were home, he was your home. Past the arguments and huffs and puffs and words spoken out of anger. None of that mattered in that moment.

You could apologize all you want another time and surely you would, but you keep yourself in that moment.

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p4lparker · 3 years

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Part of the Pack

The aggressive alpha threw you away as if you weighed nothing, like a broken toy or a floppy rag doll. You felt your body crash into the concrete wall. It crumpled in on itself- nothing felt broken, as far as you knew. Well nothing apart from your pride. Thinking back, you had hoped today would be normal day- or as normal as cold be for you anyhow.

The day had started out normal, well as normal as it could when there was a new alpha in town hoping to take over the pack. Scott had warned you and so had the others, but you didn’t feel all that scared. You were just a human who ran with wolves- you weren’t supernatural and you definitely weren’t a threat to anyone or anything. Though the rest of the pack felt it necessary to keep tabs on you and Stiles constantly. They would take it in turns ‘hanging out’- which was basically babysitting you to make sure you didn’t put yourselves in danger somehow. Scott had come over and watched movies with Kira and yourself, you all were sat watching Kick Ass- when Scott perked up. Almost like a dog; he quickly sat up and brought Kira with him. You paused the movie- waiting to find out what had caused him to do so.

“Derek’s here..” Scott said, standing up and walking to the door; you followed Kira after. You stood leaning on the wall as Scott opened the door and revealed a brooding Derek. His dark brow furrowed and his face scrunched in a frown- his green eyes glaring at the three of you intently.

“I’ve been calling you for an hour and you didn’t pick up. It’s your turn to patrol the perimeter.. I’m supposed to stay with Y/N.” Derek grunted, he was still glaring- but it was mainly aimed at Scott and Kira, rather than you. You folded your arms and stayed leaning against the jam of the lounge room door. Watching as Scott and Kira collected their things and gave you a sheepish goodbye before dashing through the still open door and to Scott’s parked bike. Derek turned his almost angry gaze to you before nodding his head at the front door. You flustered for a moment before gesturing for him to enter, then closed and locked the door behind him at his instruction. Not that locking it would keep an alpha out or anything- but whatever, you did as the intimidating wolf told you and lead him through the house to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and a can of pop from the fridge, you offered one to him which he gratefully agreed to. Offering him a glass he nodded and allowed you to pour the carbonated refreshment. You both stood in silence as you took sips from the drinks. You shared an awkward smile with Derek, who just nodded at you- not smiling back or giving any emotion away. You gestured for Derek to follow you back to the lounge- sitting down and making yourself comfortable on the sofa once more. You watched as Derek perched himself on the couch- at the other end of it. You started the movie again and allowed yourself to get sucked into watching the movie- trying not to feel on edge, Derek’s tense body and stoic facial expression was making this situation feel all the more forced.

The movie was almost over, throughout it you’d wriggled and squirmed around the sofa- all the while Derek sat still, perched on the very edge of the couch cushion. You’d tried to concentrate on the vigilantism on the screen, you found it difficult to focus; it wasn’t until Derek sat up even straighter, as if that was possible. He lifted his head and glared at the ceiling, your eyes following his. He tilted his head and sniffed the air. You watched half amused half confused as he stood and walked out of the lounge room and to the stairs of the building. All the while still sniffing at the air. Following behind him as he began to trek up the stairs, through the hall and sniffing at each door until he stopped in front of one. Yours. He sniffed deeply, before rearing back. When he finally turned to face you, you could tell something was bothering him.

"Have you left your window unlocked?" His voice gruff and demanding. You looked at him in surprise. Shaking your head quickly.

"No! Everywhere is locked up tight, like you and Scott and everyone else had ordered.." You muttered, glaring alternatively between your feet and Derek's leather clad back. All you heard in return was a grunt, before you bedroom door was roughly pushed open; the handle slamming against the pale walls and probably leaving a dent or a mark or something. Derek stalked around the room still sniffing, until he found himself standing under the sky light. The access to the roof, the wide opening window didn't work though- it wouldn't lock, so your dad nailed it shut. Derek jumped up from the floor and onto your bed, boots and all. As he stared intently at the big window above him. You watched, from your position by the door as his eyes flickered blue.

"The window is broken." Was all he uttered, the anger present in his voice.

"Yeah, it always has been.. My dad nailed it shut years ago. It wouldn't lock or anything.." You stated, shrugging your shoulders.

"No. The glass. It's broken. It's like its been lifted from the surround. And put back." Derek growled, eyes narrowing as he glared at you.

"Meaning what?" You asked, terror seeping into your words that you couldn't control. You were sure, Derek could hear how fast your heart was beating even without his wolf hearing. The tension in the room and your bodies built.

"Meaning, I don't know how long the alpha may have been coming in here. Meaning I don't think you're safe here.." Derek answered. His eyes narrowed still, but holding worry in their green depths. "C'mon." He grunted. Stalking towards you and gripping your upper arm. You struggled to keep up with his long strides, he walked out the room not even closing the door- dragging you with him as he practically ran down the stairs and out the front door. He came to a stop just short of the road, you not realising he'd stopped slammed into his back. Wincing as you nose bumped into the leather was wearing, you stumbled back and lifted your free hand to your nose checking for blood. Derek let go of your arm and glanced over his shoulder at you, dark brows drawn together. He moved towards your neighbours car, looking around him suspiciously. Raising his elbow and slamming it into the drivers side window, you shrieked. Dashing over to him quickly and gripping his arm through his jacket. Through the thick material did nothing to hide or disguise his tensed muscles. It took a moment for you to shake yourself to move your brain back to what the issue at hand was.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" You demanded, trying to tug his arm away from the broken glass- he was slowly moving his elbow to knock the remaining pieces from the frame.

"I'm stealing your neighbours car. Get in." Derek replied, as if it was the most simple thing in the world. Once the frame was clear of any sharp shards, he put his hand through and pulled the lock up. You heard the click as the internal locking mechanism worked. Opening the door, Derek threw himself into the drivers seat and waited impatiently for you to copy him. Groaning to yourself, you dashed around the front of the car and got in. Staring at Derek as he was fiddling with some wiring under the steering wheel. In a moments notice, you were off. Driving down the road quickly, Derek not really paying all that much attention to the road; he wriggled around awkwardly for a moment before pulling his phone from his jeans pocket. He looked sparingly at the road before dialling someone's number. You watched the scenery pass, you were in the warehouse district. Full of concrete walls and steel roofs.

"The alpha's been in her room. She needs to leave..." Was all he managed to get out before he was slamming the brakes on. Both of your bodies being jarred forwards, your seat belts yanking you back into the cushioned seats.

Breathing heavily as you tried to gather your bearings, you stared straight ahead of you in terror. There in the middle of the road was a great hulking beast. It was black and huge, making Peter's alpha wolf form look like a kitten in comparison. Derek stared ahead also, sizing the creature up. Before either of you could comprehend what was happening, the beast was pounding towards the stopped vehicle. Derek thinking quickly tried to put the car in reverse, but the beast just came at a quicker speed. It charged towards you on all fours and once it was close enough- it stood on two feet, reaching its clawed hands out and ripping the hood of the car to shreds. The scraping of metal made you cringe, but what petrified you was the fact that the engine was destroyed, and there was no chance for you to escape. The creature sauntered round the car, it ripped off the door on you side and snagged you from the opening. You screamed. Derek flustered with his seat belt before he leapt from the destroyed vehicle. It didn't take long for you to realise that he was in full wolf form, but you also resigned yourself to the fact that he wouldn't be able to save you. He stood no chance against the monstrosity holding you captive in its sharp claws- you struggled to breath.

Your throat being constricted dangerously as you were held captive. You watched through bleary and unfocused eyes as Derek launched himself from the car; his eyes shining a bright blue, claws protruding from his hands and fuzzy hair clumping on the sides of his face as his face contorted into that of his wolf form. He dashed towards where the Alpha had you clasped, he started throwing slashes here and there. Desperately trying to free you from the monster. Though, the alpha did little more than seat Derek away as if he were nothing more than a fly. Derek didn't give up though, he kept coming- attacking again every time he got thrown back. You could feel your breathing becoming more laboured as the claws tightened. You felt the darkness calling to you like an old friend. You hadn't noticed that the rest of the pack; Malia, Isaac, Scott, Kira and Alison all joining Derek in trying to rescue you. Your eyes had fallen shut, and you felt consciousness slipping away. It wasn't until you felt someone stroking hair from your face gently, did you wake up. Peeking your eyes open to see Alison kneeling next to you- she smiled down at you as consciousness came back to your aching body.

“She’s okay guys.. but she needs moving. Like yesterday.” Alison stated as she helped to pull you up into a sitting position- you winced slightly, pain radiating from your ribs causing you to freeze. You looked to Alison, who frowned and prodded gently at your ribs; she shook her head.

“And I think she has either some cracked or broken ribs from the awkward way she’s moving..” Alison muttered, pulling you even more gently into a sitting and then standing position- in a slow but sure manner, she kept her arm supporting you. The rest of the group nodded, moving around you. It was then you took notice of them; they were all battered and bruised, deep angry looking gashes on their faces and arms. Your eyes caught sight of Derek who was favouring one arm, it cradled to his chest- which was barely covered by the shirt he had been wearing. It was slashed to smithereens, blood and skin showing through the rags, Alison and Kira helped you stand- staying close until they were sure you were steady on your feet.

“The Alpha’s gone for now. He’s off to lick his wounds. But I have no doubt that he’ll be back and soon. Y/N needs to be somewhere safe and secure- I vote we take her to the old train car.” Isaac stated, mainly directing his words to Derek and Scott who both nodded.

“There’s at least two other scents that’ll mask yours and hers, you should be safe their until we can get rid of this guy… Even if we have to chase him from Beacon- he’s gone.” Scott stated, you didn’t miss the red circling his irises as he spoke. He looked determined, and you knew not to be afraid. Scott was an alpha. He was a true alpha. He was your alpha- even if you weren’t a wolf. And with that the others were off, you looked to Derek still cradling his arm and knew he wouldn’t be able to drive. Looking around, you spotted the demolished car not too far from you- sighing as you had no way of getting to the train car. Derek grunted and nodded his head to the left, you followed him. Hoping he knew where he was going, as you had no idea. You followed as he walked through the maze of practically identical buildings- leading you left and right and left again. Hoping like hell you wouldn’t have to navigate your way out yourself, as you had no chance of remembering and would probably end up living in this concrete jungle like a hermit. Soon enough you were standing in front of the abandoned subway- staring wide eyed as Derek had successfully navigated you both there- you had no idea it was so close, but then you realised that, that was the reason Isaac had suggested it to begin with. If the Alpha’s scent was covering the area, he probably wouldn’t return to it and you’d be safe- or safer. You followed Derek into the abandoned area and shivered. It felt so lonely- you remembered Boyd and Erica, smiling faintly before it slipped off your face all together. Moving further into the abandoned area, you collapsed onto a tattered seat- your eyes roving over all of the graffiti and claw marks that marred the walls. Derek groaned as he too collapsed into a seat. Breathing deeply, through his nose and clenching his jaw. It was then you realised how badly he was injured. His dark features were even darker due to the bruising covering his face, the gashes and slashes in his chest and torso- still bleeding, looked angry and painful. And the awkward angle that he held his arm, showed you he was in bad shape. Pulling yourself up and off the seat- ignoring your screaming muscles, you searched slowly- or as quickly as your sluggish body would allow, for some medical supplies. Knowing that Derek’s old pack must have had something like that lying around.

Your eyes landed on a couple of old shirts that looked similar to the tattered remains on Derek’s shoulders- making your way over to them, grabbing them up and letting your eyes roam over the area- until they landed on a lock box of some sort. Moving towards it, you checked on Derek over your shoulder- he hadn’t moved, you opened it quickly and smiled lightly. There in the box sat a bottle and a half of Jack. Gripping them both and the shirts in your hands before moving back over to him. Kneeling in front of him, you let your eyes scan over his injured body once more. Derek’s eyes flicked open as he felt you pushing his knees apart- allowing you to slip between them and situate yourself more comfortably.

“I-I th-think we need to set your arm first and then deal with the..” You stated and gestured to your own chest, Derek said nothing- just nodding and delicately offering you the obviously broken arm. “You need to tell me how to do this.. I’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy plenty.. but I’ve never actually done it..” you spoke quickly the words tumbling from your lips almost of their own accord. He nodded, and grit his teeth as you gently took hold of the broken limb.

“It’s my shoulder.. it’s dislocated- you need to grab hold of my arm and pull as hard as you can. When you hear it click and me scream- you’ve set it back.. Go!” Derek commanded, your eyes were wide as you tried to remember his words. You steadied yourself and pulled as hard as you could like he said. You yanked at his arm- as he growled- pulling as hard as physically possible for you until you heard a loud and sickening click and a scream-like groan fly from his slowly healing lips as well as some more unsavoury curses- you tried to steady your breathing and not let the pain show on your face too much. You let go of his arm and fell back onto your butt, watching as he breathed deeply and a light sweat dotted his forehead. He nodded and gestured to the injuries marring his chest, you too nodded and gripped the bottle of Jack before handing it to him. He raised a brow and chuckled darkly- before shoving it back at you.

“You need it more, besides it won’t do any good for me to drink it. It won’t affect me.” Derek told you, you nodded before unscrewing the cap and taking a swig of the dark liquid- letting to sweet taste linger in your mouth before swallowing it- then taking another long gulp. Setting it down by Derek’s foot, you kneeled up and gently tried to move the shreds of material away from the affected areas- but having no luck. Derek sighed almost impatiently, before gripping the fabric in his hands and tugging- the material falling away from his glorious chest- injured, but still glorious chest. You held your breath as he shrugged his shoulders, making the material fall to rest around his hips- his torso now bare to your wide eyes. You took hold of the bottle and one of the shirts, lifting both to Derek’s chest. You took a deep breath as you tipped the bottle allowing the liquid to flow down and onto the injuries. He hissed in pain- you moved the shirt and pressed against the wound- he groaned but allowed you to continue the process until you were sure the slashes were cleaned out. You knew though- he wouldn’t heal for a good while, but the treatment you’d given would do for now. Derek nodded his thanks, you smiled shyly at him before gripping the bottle and bringing it to your lips again. Taking a deep swallow you sat back, not realising your eyes had locked with his. The deep green boring into you- you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but a shiver ran down your entire body. Blinking and looking away, you let one hand slip to his thigh and pushed yourself up- still gripping the bottle, you looked over your shoulder when you felt his eyes still on you.

You turned away and took another swallow of the sweet liquid, the burn becoming a comfort now. You hadn’t heard him move until you felt him rest a hand on your shoulder. He span you around so quickly- it felt like the room was spinning around you. The bottle slipped from your lips as you stared wide eyed at him, he stepped you backwards until your back was pressed against the cool metal of the train car. Lifting one of his hands, he gently brushed his fingers against your neck- gasping softly- his fingers sweeping your hair out of the way. One of his hands stayed at your neck, gently poking over the area, whilst the other trailed down your arm and to your hand gripping the bottle- pulling it from your fingers and bringing to his lips taking a swallow himself. Before placing it near your lips offering it to you- you obliged gulping some down, he then moved it down slightly and tipped the contents onto you. Your eyes still staring into each other’s, though yours widened marginally as a stinging pain radiated from you neck.

“Looks like the Alpha got you…” Was all Derek whispered, his eyes not leaving yours as the liquid flowed over the affected are of your skin. You just stood frozen, back to the wall- alcohol dripping down your neck and chest soaking your t-shirt, teeth biting into your bottom lip as you tried to control the raging hormones in your body. All you could think of was that if he leaned just that bit closer- his inviting lips would meet your own. Your body moved of its own accord, pushing forwards slightly. Your lips pushing against his. It wasn’t a kiss, not really- it was just your lips meeting his. And he didn’t push you away- so you pressed against him harder, your wet chest meeting his. Your lips moving with his as the kiss gained momentum and passion. You weren’t sure who’s tongue slipped out first and deepened the kiss, but you were sure it was you who moaned- and you were definitely sure it was Derek who pushed away from you. He stumbled away from you, and you struggled not to giggle at the image. The big bad wolf stumbling away from little old you. A giggle must have slipped out though, because Derek glared at you. He stormed towards you- ceasing the giggles almost immediately. He stopped in front of you. His body flush against yours, glaring eyes boring into you. Before he pushed his lips against yours kissing you furiously. Soon it wasn’t just lips meeting, his teeth were scraping against your bottom lip, and clashing against your own teeth as you opened your mouth.

You moaned again. Not even caring. It felt too good, his toned chest pressed against your own- even through the saturated top, you could feel his body heat, his pecks pressing against you- his muscled abs pressing against your belly. Which felt like it was filling with liquid lava- that seeped solely into your core, giving you a pleasant ache between your legs. Derek pulled back, closing his eyes as he tilted his head and sniffed the air. His eyes narrowing as he stepped back, taking your hand and leading you after him. He stepped backwards until his knees contacted the leather of the seat, he fell back and tugged you with him. Pulling you until you were kneeling on the seat- knees each side of his hips, he pulled on your hand until your chest was hovering over him- leaving you to straddle him in the abandoned train car. He stretched his neck up to graze his lips over the fragile and broken skin of your throat- his stubble creating a delicious friction, before moving to your lips and pulling you into another passionate kiss that sent shivers straight to your core. Derek breathed deeply through his nose and growled- before pulling you down onto his lap. You fell and kissed him more comfortably as your neck wasn’t craning at an awkward angle.

Derek’s hands rested on your hips for a moment, before they ventured upwards- dragging the wet material of your shirt with them. He pulled the soggy shirt up and only separated from your lips to remove it from your body. Tossing it away and pressing his lips back to your own. You let your fingers wander over neck and shoulders feeling the tensing muscles. Derek picked up the discarded bottle of Jack beside him. Pulling from the kiss to take a swig of the booze- before pulling your lips back to his own, you felt the Jack slip into your own mouth before you swallowed it. Derek pulled back from you again and you moaned in disappointment. You were getting sick of him pulling away from you! You watched as his eyes roved over the expanse of your half naked body before him- his fingers lifting to caress over our rubs, causing you to suck in a breath. He frowned before pushing his lips against your own more ferociously than before; and soon enough you were lost in his lips and tongue again. The pain simply disappeared. And when you pulled away from him to watch the blackened veins recede into his skin, you knew he’ deliberately taken your pain. Raising a hand to stroke over his stubble covered cheek- you kissed him gently, before letting him control you once more.

He tipped the bottle over you neck again, you hissing at the sting it brought- until his lips followed the trail. Licking and sucking over any skin that was flavoured with the drink. His lips lingering around your breasts, kissing and suckling at the sensitive ignored area. His hands trailed over your stomach, caressing the skin and tracing down to your hips- where they played with the waistband of your jeans. Fingers moving to unfasten them and tug them over your butt and hips. You stood from his lap and stepped back, catching his eyes and pulling the denim down your legs slowly- his eyes only stared at your partially dressed form. The damp bra still hiding your breasts from him and the dark panties covering your core from his waiting eyes. He leaned forward and tugged on your hand- pulling you back to your spot on his lap. You kissed him solidly, letting your tongue trace over his lips before letting your lips explore. They kissed over his rough cheeks, and down his neck- gently nipping at the stubble covered skin, he groaned loudly- letting his hands grip your hips and pull you down onto his own.

Once you were situated in his lap and still devouring his neck- he moved your hips back and forth- creating a friction that was almost maddening. It was driving you to distraction, and you almost lost focus on kissing as much of his skin as you could. You weren’t sure what it was- but you couldn’t get enough of him, and you needed more. You ground your hips against his and could feel that pooling sensation- though it was more noticeable now, that and there was a stirring within Derek’s pants that had you grinning into the open mouthed kisses you were leaving down his chest, careful to avoid the injuries that were still trying to heal. You let you fingers feel over those delicious abs, before dipping lower; rubbing over the bulge in his jeans, rubbing back and forth until you were desperate for more, moving your shaky fingers down to the button and zipper. Popping one and tugging the other. Derek got the message and lifted his hips obediently and shuffled out of his boxers. You moved your gaze to look at him, his size was impressive and made your mouth water and core clench. He lifted your chin with the forefinger of one hand, as his other made a home rubbing you through your panties. A pathetic moan- not even stifled, echoed through the silent room; his calloused fingertips were rubbing the dark lace onto your most sensitive area, and you were revelling in the feeling of it. The way it sent shocks through your body, the way it thrilled you and left you needing more and more. You were chasing that soul shattering feeling, and you were well on our way to catching it- especially if Derek kept his fingers moving at that pace and in that certain pattern.

You hadn’t realised, but moans and groans were spilling from your lips almost in a chant. You were praising Derek’s skilful fingers and he chuckled in response, letting his other hand unclasp your bra and let it fall to rest against your stomach- the straps caught on your elbows, as your hands desperately clutched at Derek’s waist for something to keep you grounded as you floated higher and higher into the pleasure he was offering you. His lips descended onto your exposed chest, teeth and lips nipping at the taut bud. All it took was one hard bite to your nipple and you were coming apart in his arms. Your breath halting, your shoulders tensing and your knees shaking. His fingers didn’t let up though- they guided you through the haze of pleasure and only left you when you were breathing out slowly into the crook of his neck. You let your forehead rest against his shoulder as your tried to calm yourself down, once you felt your breathing return to a semi-normal pace; you let your eyes trail to where his erection was straining and leaking happily- if it were possible, he looked like he was even more erect and ready for you than before. You watched as he let his hand slip from between your legs and you gasped at how wet it was, he just chuckled before slicking his hand down himself and moving your hips to just above him. They rested poised, ready- yearning to plunge downwards and onto him- but he held you steady, teasing you. Before deciding; enough was enough and letting your hips drop.

He raised his own the moment you met, and a sigh slipped from his manly mouth as he was welcomed into your warmth. He held you still for a moment; as if he knew you were still too sensitive and needed some time to adjust. And adjust you did, soon you were desperate to grind yourself against him. Or thrust yourself one him and chase that pleasure again. Sure you were being reedy, but it was almost a necessity! Derek held your hips steady- still buried within you, but not moving. He hissed a breath through his teeth- then let his grip on your hips loosen, you let yourself free. Grinding against him- the skin above where you were joined rubbing at the sensitive nub, you let out a guttural moan; which made even Derek blush by the looks of his pink cheeks. He gripped your hips tighter and guided them into a rhythm. You could feel him rubbing against you in all the right ways, reaching parts of you- you didn’t think was possible, merely a myth. But Derek Hale proved you wring and reached that elusive spot within you. Your rhythm continued, gaining speed and strength. Until you could feel yourself on the cusp of oblivion, and Derek gave a hard thrust within; giving you that final nudge. You cried out- probably an unrecognisable sound or even made up language you weren’t sure. You just knew the way you were feeling in that moment nothing mattered. You could feel the pulsing between your legs, though if it was you. Or Derek. Or you both combined, you weren’t sure and you sure as hell didn’t care- your body was shaking and covered in a light sweat. But nothing mattered apart from Derek still being buried deep within you as you both experienced euphoria. Once you were both calmed from your activities, you rest your head against his shoulder and lifted your hips lazily from his. The slightly uncomfortable feeling of being empty, brought you back to reality. And your senses- and it seemed like Derek’s had also returned. As his mood changed from sated to grumpy in no time. He was soon shoving you off his lap, and onto the seat beside him- and shoving a discarded shirt into your chest.

His glare forced you to tug the shirt over your head, and once it was situated; covering the necessities and Derek had tucked himself away. You noticed that Scott was stood sheepishly by the entrance- rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly and blushing a bright red. You buried your face in your hands embarrassed, because Scott could tell what had not long since transpired within the abandoned train car.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Sweeter Than This

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!spy!Reader

Words: Mobile again ☹️

Summary: You almost miss your first Valentine’s Day with Bucky, but you have a plan to make it up to him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex(f receiving), salad tossing, unprotected anal sex, use of butt plug), violence (standard canon stuff), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Happy V-Day y’all! Here’s the next entry in my Holidays With Bucky series (with so Sam sprinkled in) and it’s a fun one! Unfortunately, the power is out at my place right now due to snow and because my city sucks at preparations I’m probably not going to have power until at least Monday, so we’ll see if I’m able to deliver on my other promised Valentine’s treats for you all.

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Bucky hated clubs so much.

The loud music, the overcrowding, the overpriced drinks. He was absolutely miserable.

It didn’t help that Sam was bouncing around like an idiot, enjoying the atmosphere with a stupid grin on his face. Would it kill the man to act like a professional for once?

They’d followed the target to the Cross Club here in Prague after four days of surveillance with nothing to show for it, and now they were watching him talk to some new player in a VIP booth. God he hoped this would be over soon.

“What?” Buck shouted over the music. Sam had said something, but even with his super soldier hearing, he couldn’t make it out over the thumping bass.

“I said, is Y/N pissed you’re missing Valentines Day?” Sam yelled, his hips still moving in time to the music.

Bucky did some quick mental math and cursed under his breath. He hadn’t seen you in almost 3 weeks. You had to head back to the States for some stupid debrief with Sharon and the big bosses while he and Sam kept chasing leads on Zemo here in Europe. He hadn’t even realized it was Valentines Day.

“Shit, he’s moving.” Sam said, tapping Buck on the shoulder as the mark stood up and moved towards the dance floor.

“Fuck, can’t we go around?” Bucky whined, starting to follow after Sam towards the crowd.

“Y’know, when your girlfriend’s not around, you’re such an old man.” Sam teased. “We don’t wanna lose him, so pull the stick out of your ass and try to look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Buck just rolled his eyes and trailed after him, doing his best to avoid the writhing, sweaty bodies that kept trying to grind against him. Sam was right, it was a lot easier to enjoy these types of ops when you were with him.

He didn’t know how they managed to keep eyes on the target as he moved through the crowd, but they saw him head out one of the exits and were following after him within a few minutes.

“Hey, Wilson? Where the fuck is he?” Buck hissed as he opened the door to an empty alley.

“Shit, hold on, let me pull up Redwing.”

“I still can’t believe you named that fucking thing.” Buck said exasperatedly.

Sam didn’t have a chance to reply before a motorcycle ripped past the two of them.

“Was that him?” Bucky yelled as he whipped his head after it. “Motherfucker!”

“Calm down, I got it.” Sam said, summoning his wings.

“Oh, I guess I’ll just run after him then? I told you we should’ve brought a car!”

“I could carry you.” Sam said teasingly, giving Bucky a stupid grin.

“Oh fuck you.” Buck said, flipping Sam off as he chuckled at him. “Shit!”

The two of them dove out of the way as a Lexus tore into the alley, stopping just short of hitting them.

“Hey assholes! Happy Valentine’s Day!!!” You shouted as you rolled down the window, a massive grin splitting your face.

“Baby!? What’re you doing here?!?” Bucky asked, beaming back at you.

“I had to get the fuck out of D.C. There was no way I’d miss our first Valentine’s Day! Besides, I missed the field! Now get in, I managed to tag his bike but I don’t want him to get out of range.”

“Shotgun!” Sam called with a grin on his face, making you laugh.

“What?!? Fuck you Wilson! You’re gonna make me sit in the back when this is the first time I’ve seen my girl in weeks?” Bucky said in disbelief.

“Sorry Barnes, you should’ve called it!”

“Yeah babe, you really should’ve called it.” You teased as he crawled into the back of the vehicle with a scowl.

“I can’t believe you’re taking his side.” He pouted at you as Sam climbed after him, bringing the back of his seat up to crash against Buck’s knees.

“There’s no sides, honey, it’s shotgun rules.” You said as you peeled out of the alleyway.

“Whatever, could you move your seat up Wilson?”

“Nope.” Sam said grinning over his shoulder before cursing under his breath and bracing one hand against the ceiling as you swerved around a slow moving van. “Jesus, Y/N! Maybe take it a little slower, we’re still in the city.”

You just snorted before taking a sharp turn at an inadvisable speed, barely tapping on the brakes and sending Bucky sliding across the backseat.

“Put your seatbelts on, idiots.” You scolded as the two of them tried to find something to grab onto.

“Honey, pedestrian, pedestrian, Pedestrian!!!” Buck screamed as he buckled himself in, screwing his eyes closed.

“Yeah, I see them.” You said as you took another turn at the last second, barely missing the man who was crossing the street.

“Oh my god! This is how I’m going to die.” Sam said, his knuckles white on the dashboard as you flew up a hill, the car actually suspending in midair for a beat before crashing back to the street with a jolt. “Stuck in a car with a crazy woman and her 100 year old boyfriend.”

“You’re so fucking dramatic.” You said with an eye roll, glancing at him sideways. “It’s like you’ve never been in a high speed chase before.”

“Eyes on the road!” Bucky shouted at you as an unsuspecting couple started to step off the curb directly into your path.

You hopped onto the walkway behind them to avoid the brake lights in front of you and your two passengers started letting out a steady stream of curses as you weaved between pedestrians and carts.

“Just relax you two, we’ve almost got him.” You said exasperatedly, somehow speeding up even more.

You rounded another corner and the bike popped into view, speeding out of the city at a breakneck speed.

“Shit, gun!” Sam screamed as the biker turned around, hefting an AK-47 and pointing it directly at the windshield.

He and Bucky ducked, hands covering their heads. They flinched as they heard a series of pops, then straightened up slowly when they realized the windshield was still intact.

“Yeah, it’s bulletproof.” You said with a grin as you kept the car steady with one hand, reaching under your seat to grab something. You handed a giant pistol to Sam. “There should be a rifle under the backseat, baby.”

“And what exactly do you want us to do with these?” Sam asked warily as Bucky drew out the rifle and nodded appreciatively.

“Shoot at him.” You said, following the bike around a sharp turn that had the boys bracing themselves.

“Fuck that! If you think I’m sticking half my body out of a window while you’re driving like this you’re insane!” Sam said in disbelief. “Besides the car is bulletproof.

“Yeah, well the tires aren’t, and if he hits one of those while I’m driving this fast, we’re all gonna get shredded.”

Bucky shook his head before rolling down his window and pulling his upper body out of the car, bringing the rifle up to return fire.

“You are both fucking crazy!” Sam said, rolling his own window down and shoving his shoulders out, bringing up his pistol.

The biker turned his focus to Bucky while Sam covered him, and you took the opportunity to speed up.

“What’re you doing, babe?” Bucky shouted into the car as you started to get closer to the bike.

“I’m gonna ram him.” You yelled back. “Keep covering me!”

“Umm, isn’t he supposed to lead us to Zemo? Shit!” Sam yelled, a bullet whizzing by his ear.

“I don’t think he’s leading us anywhere Sammy.”

“Well, we could still get information out of him!”

“Yeah, these guys have proven to be pretty impervious to interrogations, Wilson.” Buck said, gripping the roof of the car with his vibranium hand as you followed the bike around another curve.

“I really just need his phone!” You yelled as you closed the distance even further, now only 25 feet from the back tire of the bike. “You might want to get back inside.”

Sam yanked his upper body back into the vehicle with a curse and Buck slid back inside easily as you pressed the gas pedal to the floor. You hit the bike in a few seconds and sent it and the rider rolling over the car with a thud. As soon as it was clear you slammed on the brakes, sending the vehicle spinning out.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod....” Sam was screaming as the car whipped around over and over, his eyes screwed shut and his hand braced against the roof of the vehicle while his foot braced against the dashboard.

Bucky just clenched his jaw and ripped his vibranium fingers through the back door to hold himself in place, shaking his head at Wilson.

The vehicle finally came to a stop about 200 feet away from where the bike had crashed. Sam wrenched his door open and dove out of the car, bending over and vomiting at the side of the road.

“You ok there Sammy?” You asked, rising from the driver’s seat gracefully and looking at your friend with concern as Bucky almost climbed over the front seat with a wince and joined you.

“Oh, what are you wearing?” He groaned as he finally got a good look at you. “Are you trying to kill me?”

It was a skin tight, patent leather pink dress that was pushing your tits together and up in an absolutely delicious way. The skirt barely covered your ass and he was sure there was no way you could bend over in it without flashing whoever was nearby.

“I told you, baby, it’s Valentines Day.” You sad with a grin as you stepped closer to him.

He moved to wrap his arms around you but you stepped away at the last second, moving back towards where the bike crashed with a light laugh as he let out a frustrated huff.

“What is wrong with you two?!” Sam said as he started to follow after you. “Your girlfriend almost kills me and all you want to do is jump her as soon as it’s over.”

“I mean, did you see that dress?” Bucky said teasingly as he joined your friend, walking a little faster to catch up with you.

“Got the phone!!” You said triumphantly as you straightened back up from your inspection of the dead body. “And it’s still in ok shape! I’m gonna call this in real quick and then we can head back.”

“No! I’m not going anywhere if you’re driving!” Sam said, shaking his head vehemently. “Gimme the keys.”

“C’mon Sammy!” You said with an eye roll.

“You do not get to call me Sammy right now, you psycho!” He said, snatching the keys out of your outstretched hand as you laughed at him. “And neither of you gets to sit shotgun! You sit in the back and think about what you’ve done.”

“Jesus, fine dad.” You said as you slid into the back seat, Bucky chuckling as he slid in after you and slammed the door closed.

Sam pulled the car forward a few feet, turning the wheel sharply before throwing it in reverse and spinning it in the opposite direction as he backed up.

“Uh, Sammy?” You said as he repeated the process. “Maybe just crank the wheel all the way and pull a little further forward?”

“Yeah, it’s not called a 13 point turn, Wilson.”

“Both of you shut the fuck up!! I’m not taking driving advice from you!” He shouted over his shoulder as he did the exact same thing and you lost it, laughing hysterically.

“Oh my god, there’s like 15 feet of road that you’re not using!” You said breathlessly as you cracked up Bucky grinning as he watched you fold over in laughter.

“I cannot believe the shit I have to put up with.” He muttered as he finally straightened out the vehicle and drove back towards the city, doing his best to ignore your dying laughter.

Bucky was beaming at you as you settled down, leaning back against the seat as you wiped tears from your eyes. You smiled back at him and gave him a wink.

“Did I tell you how much I love that dress?” He said as he scooted closer to you, his eyes raking over your chest before sinking lower to gaze at your thighs.

“No.” You said teasingly, biting your lip at him and leaning towards him just a little bit.

“Cuz I fucking love that dress.” He growled at you as he wrapped his hands around your waist and drew you closer, nuzzling himself into your neck.

You gave a soft sigh as he ran his teeth over your throat, flinging one leg over his lap as he moved his vibranium hand from your waist to cup your ass. He moved his mouth up to the hinge of your jaw as he pressed you into him.

“Shit, Bucky.” You moaned as he pulled you onto his lap, his hands running over your thighs to tuck under your skirt as he sucked a bruise against your neck. “I swear to god, if you ruin this dress...”

“Oh, what the fuck guys?!” Sam said as he peeked at you through the rear view mirror. “I’m two feet away from you! It’s like you’re a couple of teenagers.”

“Sorry Sammy!” You whined before letting out a gasp as Bucky nuzzled himself between your tits at the same time he bucked his hips up into you, grinding his hardening cock against you.

“Oh, I do not get paid enough for this shit.” Sam groaned as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the hotel and jolted it to a halt. “I cannot believe I have to put up with you horny idiots.”

“Bye Sam!” You called after him as he slammed the door closed, waving a dismissive hand at you as he started to head back to his room. “Mmm, Bucky!”

He drew the straps of your dress down over your arms and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples as you arched your back into his face.

“Jesus Christ, I fucking missed you.” He groaned before moving his mouth up to yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth as he laid you down across the backseat.

“Yeah? What’d you miss baby?” You murmured against his lips, wrapping your legs around him and ripping his shirt over his head.

“Missed the way you smell.” He murmured against your neck as he nuzzled into your hair. “Missed these fucking perfect tits and how well they fit in my hands.” He whispered into your ear as he brought his hands up to palm your breasts, making you whine.

“Fuck, baby. You’re making me so wet.” You said breathlessly as a fresh rush of arousal leaked out of you, your fingers moving to work at undoing his fly.

“Good.” He growled against your collarbone as his he dipped one hand under your ass and pressed you into his hard on. “Cuz I missed that pussy the fucking most.”

“Shit.” You hissed as his vibranium hand ripped off your panties in one quick motion before his hands moved to shove your dress up around your waist. “Don’t you dare fucking rip this dress, Barnes!”

“I’m being careful.” He said with a chuckle before lining himself up. He teased his tip against your entrance before slowly sinking into you, grinning as he watched your eyes roll back in your skull as your lids fluttered, a moan escaping from your lips.

He drew himself out halfway, really taking his time as he felt himself drag against every inch of the warm channel between your legs, then slammed his hips forward with enough force that you had to brace your hand against the door to keep your head from cracking against it. You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming as you came immediately, your back arching up off the seat as your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you miss me too?” Bucky said with a grin as he kept fucking into you, watching your chest heave as you started to come down from your first orgasm. He hooked one hand under your knee and drew it up to your waist, spreading you apart even further.

“Shit, yes!” You moaned as his dick thrust even deeper into you, hitting a new spot that had you seeing stars. “Missed this cock so fucking much.”

“Yeah? You miss feeling me in this tight little pussy?” He said as he felt you clench around him, your hips meeting his thrusts desperately.

“Fuck, Bucky! My pussy needs you so bad. Need your big cock inside me all the time.” You let out a gasp as he brought his vibranium hand between the two of you to strum at your clit. You wrapped your hand around his wrist to keep him in place as you tossed your head back. “Need to feel you stretch me and split me open, baby.”

“Jesus, keep talking.” He murmured as he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he started moving his hips even faster. “Love hearing you use that filthy mouth of yours.”

“Yeah, babe? You wanna hear me talk about how much this pussy needs your big cock?” Your grinned when he let out a groan against your neck. “My pussy would get so fucking wet every time I thought about that dick. Nobody fucks me like you do. Oh god, right there!”

“Damn, honey. You’re squeezing me so good. You gonna cum again?”

You just nodded before a sob ripped through your chest, your knuckles turning white as your grip on his vibranium wrist tightening and a wave a pleasure crashed over you. Your legs squeezed his hips as you thumped your fist against the door, your torso rolling underneath Bucky as your cunt clamped down on him, making him twitch.

You felt his hips stuttering as you writhed underneath him, and with just a few thrusts he was filling you up, panting against your neck as he sank on top of you, pressing his full weight into you as he came down.

“Oh my god, happy fucking Valentine’s Day.” He moaned into your hair.

“Shit, I still need to give you your present, baby!!” You said with a grin as you ran your hands over his shoulders.

“I don’t need a present, sweetheart.” He said lazily before peppering soft kisses over your throat.

“Oh, I really think you’re gonna want to open this one.” You sighed, wriggling a little underneath him.

You grabbed his flesh hand and drew it between your legs slowly, dragging it over your sex until his fingers brushed against the jewel that was nestled between your ass cheeks. He sat up with a jolt when he realized what you were suggesting, making you laugh excitedly as he gave you a massive grin.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’ve been waiting for this.” He said as he flipped you over, smacking your ass as you giggled at him. He spread your cheeks apart and groaned when he got a look at the pink jewel of the plug you had inserted earlier in the day.

He gripped the plug and drew it out of you slowly, biting his lower lip as he watched you pussy clench at the sensation. His breath came out in a hiss once it was free, your pretty hole gaping and fluttering at the loss as you moaned underneath him, pressing your ass back into his palms.

“Fuck, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was yanking your hips back and up, tossing your thighs over his shoulders. You let out a shriek when he ran his tongue over your cunt in a heavy stripe before dragging the flat of the thick muscle over your asshole.

“Fuck, oh my god!” You screamed, trying to find something to brace yourself against as he ran the tip of his tongue around your rim, teasing you and making both of your holes throb with need.

He kept teasing you with his tongue for what felt like hours, alternating between heavy drags that ran over your entire sex and tiny kitten licks that were turning you into a begging, whimpering mess, a steady stream of slick leaking out of your swollen pussy.

“Gotta make sure you’re good and ready for me, gorgeous.” He murmured, giving you a momentary reprieve before he shoved his tongue inside your puckered hole.

The sound you made was otherworldly, halfway between a moan and a cry. He almost came just from the pure wantonness of it, and he felt his cock twitching against your chest as he started to tongue-fuck you. You pressed your cheek to the leather of the seat as he took you apart, mewling like an idiot as he stretched you open, his thick muscle probing you as deep as he could.

“Bucky...” you mumbled before another orgasm shook you, your cunt fluttering around nothing as a wave of bliss traveled up your spine from deep in your core and making you whine as drool leaked from the corner of your mouth.

He pulled his face away from you suddenly and unwrapped his arms from around your thighs. Your muscles were jelly as he lowered your hips, your eyelids drooping as you moaned at the loss of him. Once he finally had you laid back down, he took a second to gaze at you.

He loved how fucked out you got. Your limbs were splayed out at random angles as your back rose and fell with deep breaths, the curves of your breasts just peeking out from where they were pressed against the seat. He brushed your hair away from your face to see you grinning up at him, your cheeks streaked with tears and mascara and your lipstick smeared all over your mouth and chin as you looked at him with lust blown pupils.

“We’re still not done.” He said softly before wrapping his hand around your throat and yanking you up until your back was flush against his chest, making you gasp. He brought his other hand between you to wrap around his cock and dragged it through the slick that had soaked your ruined pussy before teasing his tip against the rim of your tightest hole. “I think you’re ready for me.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer before shoving his hips forward and spearing into you. Your body tried to jolt forward at the intrusion but his palm on your throat kept you in place, holding you still as he bottomed out.

“Jesus Christ, you feel amazing.” He muttered into your hair, his fingers vibrating over your throat as you let out a whine.

He pressed down against your jugular as he started to move his hips, dragging in and out of you at a deliciously slow pace that had you keening. You were losing yourself in the new sensation of having him fill your tightest channel, his thick cock stretching you more than you’d ever been before. Your head dropped back on his shoulder as he started to move faster, the slick leaking from your pussy making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

“Fuck, I love your body. You treat me so good baby.” He murmured against the shell of your ear. “Wanna fill all your your pretty holes and pump you full of my cum. Wish I could be inside you all the time, pretty girl.”

Your pussy was fluttering around nothing as his soft praises filled your ears, and when he dropped his hand to the apex of your thighs you almost came immediately with a cry.

“You didn’t think I forgot about this pretty pussy, did you baby?” He whispered as his metal fingers spread you apart, teasing over your entrance as his flesh hand increased the pressure on your airway and his hips picked up the pace. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers while my cock’s in your ass, honey?”

“Fuck, Bucky, I want you to spank it.” You moaned as he continued to tease you, your brain starting to shut down as the mixture of sensations overwhelmed you.

He let out a feral growl against the curve of your neck before wrapping his lips around your earlobe. “Shit, you gonna cum if I spank it?” He hissed in your ear as he kept his fingers running over your sex.

“Yeah, I’m gonna fucking cum! Need you to spank my pussy, Bucky, please.”

His teeth nipped at the hollow behind your ear at the same time he smacked your cunt and you let out a shriek as your body vibrated against him. Your thighs quivered with strain as your pussy spasmed uncontrollably, your asshole strangling Bucky’s cock as you shook in your bliss, his hand around your neck the only thing keeping you upright.

“Fuuuuck.” He hissed against your neck as his hips chased his own release. “I wanna fuck all your holes while I cum, sweetheart, get ready.”

You only had a second before he was shoving three fingers into your pussy at the same time he put two fingers in your mouth, choking you as he shoved them down your throat before you were able to relax. He groaned when you started sucking on him, swirling your tongue around his digits while his vibranium fingers curled inside of you against that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.

He felt you clench around him everywhere and let out a groan into your hair, his cock twitching inside you as you both neared your ends.

He ground his palm against your clit and you were finished, sobbing around his fingers as you squirted your release all over his hands, his thighs, and the seat in what was the biggest orgasm of your life. Your body tried to lift itself off the seat as you came, your vision whiting out as your muscles stopped working and Bucky let you collapse forward as he finished.

Another few thrusts of his stuttering hips and he let out a wordless roar as he came inside you, filling you completely with his spend until it was leaking out around his cock. He collapsed on top of you as his body rolled on a wave of pleasure, his breath hitching in his chest.

The two of you laid there tangled with each other for what felt like hours. You were so utterly spent that the passage of time no longer held any meaning, and you completely forgot where you were.

“Holy fuck.” Bucky muttered after a while, still unable to move anything except his face, which he nuzzled into your hair.

“Yeah.” You muttered into the seat cushions, your brain finally resetting.

“I mean, holy fuck.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yeah.” You said again, wiggling your toes look experimentally as your body started to come back down.

“I’ve never cum that hard before in my life.” He muttered as he drew his hands over your arms until they were pressing into your shoulders, moving your hair aside so he could pepper kisses all over your neck.

“Me either.” You whispered, turning your head over your shoulder so you could press your lips to his softly.

He pulled away once he was able, giving you a sloppy grin as he managed to sit up, pulling out of you gingerly and groaning at the sight of his cum leaking out of you. You twisted until you were able to sit up yourself, leaning back against the car door as you beamed back at him.

“Best fucking Valentine’s Day ever.” He muttered, drawing you onto his lap to kiss you deeply, and wondering if it would be too tacky to tell you he loved you after the first time you let him fuck your ass.

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Title: First Meeting

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Set during X-Men: Age of Apocalypse, you were with Scott, Jean, Jubilee, and Kurt on their fateful mall run, returning home just in time to meet the speedster who saved all but one from the destruction of your home.

Warnings: None really except minor violence with you also being around for the subsequent Stryker mutant-nappings.

Chapters: Next Chapter Here

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Yes, it’s true you’d been under a decent amount of stress lately. Mostly self inflicted, because you had such high expectations of how you wanted to finish out the semester. But as Jubilee rolled her eyes for the second time, you realized you were now wasting your breath trying to explain the amount of consistent studying it took to maintain the high GPA your teachers had come to expect from you.

“We are going to the mall, (Y/N).” Jubilee breathed, as if reiterating this one more time was about to take all the life from her.

Your younger friend could have a flair for the dramatic. You now looked to Jean as the last voice of reason. But you could see by the smile she was barely holding back, that you had already lost. You suspected rightly that this new student, Scott, had had a lot to do with why Jean was suddenly so eager to skirt the rules and leave the grounds without permission.

You relented, but crossed your arms all the same as you gave your terms. “Fine, if Kurt wants to see a mall, then we’ll take him. But I’m driving.” Scott deflated slightly at that, but you didn’t miss a beat. “At least that way if anything goes wrong, I’ll answer to the Professor, not you all.” Of this group, you were the oldest (though not by much), and there was no sense in them getting in trouble over something like this.

Besides, it wouldn’t kill you to get a couple new outfits. You rarely if ever bought anything nice just for yourself. But it wasn’t like you had anyone around here to impress anyway...right?

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You weren’t really sure how long you’d all been gone at the mall. Long enough to grab some lunch at the food court together, and waste a decent amount of time and change in the arcade. You hadn’t bought any clothes after all, nothing had struck that right chord with you. But you just remembered a smile on your face all the same, one hand held confidently on the gearshift and the other loosely on the steering wheel as you’d rounded past the mansion’s tree line, beginning to slow the car.

You’d just pushed in the clutch, and then-

You slammed the brakes, only gasps rather than laughter erupting from your friends beside you then as you all took in the scene at once. Debris and bits of ash still floated down gently from the sky as you’d ripped off your seatbelt, jumping from the car and breaking into a run. Your heartbeat had been in your ears as you’d entered the stunned crowd.

You picked out Hank, the first staff member you’d clearly seen, grabbing his arm as you found your voice again. “What on earth happened!?”

His head turned towards you, but his mouth just started to open and you could see in his eyes that he was trying to answer the same thing in his own mind. You’d never seen the brainy “Beast” at such a loss for words.

“Um...it blew up?” A new voice sounded off so matter of factly, then suddenly beside you as you turned to look at a person you’d never seen before.

A boy? No, a man? He seemed about your own age, that kind of in between really. His silver hair framed the sides of his face as he stared back at you, his hands on his hips. It was a surreal moment, your adrenaline still in full bore as you’d looked down to a weathered RUSH band t-shirt and a cool leather jacket that at any other time you may actually have been jealous of. You looked back up to his dark eyes in astonishment.

The stranger raised an eyebrow as your eyes connected again, him seemingly still waiting for some kind of response from you.

All the while, the X-Mansion that had been your home, your refuge for so many formative years just sat smouldering in rubble behind you.

“Where’s my brother!? Where’s Alex!?” Scott’s cry had finally broken the silence as you’d turned yet again.

“Pretty sure I got everyone,” The guy with the silver hair said almost defensively.

And that’s when it first hit you, the building was in complete ruin, but you knew about how many people were there on any given day. The crowd around you, that would be about everyone. But how could they all be outside? All be alive? An explosion that large would have been instantaneous. The building wasn’t just burning, it was leveled.

Scott ran from you all, and your heart felt heavy, knowing surely not everyone could have survived. But you saw Jean and Kurt run with him, helping him, so you again looked back to the stranger.

“You got them out?” You asked incredulously, unsure what that could even mean for this person’s true abilities as you gestured to the survivors standing in equal confusion all around you.

“Of course.” Again that matter of fact tone from him, now almost bordering on smug. But the surprises just continued as he abruptly outstretched one hand to you. “Peter,” he said, grabbing your own hand before you could even react and shaking it awkwardly.

“What?” Was all you could manage, possibly hearing your own brain seize internally at last as you looked down to this stranger’s hand still clasped warmly around your own.

You were done. Really, it was already too much before the unmistakable pulse of helicopter blades broke over the treetops and the downdraft of several of the craft then circling around you began whipping your hair into your eyes.

A woman screamed in warning somewhere behind you. Her voice sounded familar, but you didn’t look back. You just felt Peter’s hand squeeze tighter around yours, why hadn’t you let go?

But you were falling now. No, not metaphorically you hoped, but maybe you would have laughed about that thought if there’d been any more time before your knees hit the ground.

The paramilitary type men now streaming from the helicopters had launched some kind of pulse over the crowd.

Reflexively your mutation flared, your own energy field trying to shield yourself and Peter, but not well enough. Not fast enough as you only succeeded in keeping him conscious just a few moments longer than your peers.

Peter was still holding onto you, the surprise in his eyes quickly fading as they closed.

But your eyes were still open, fear surely in them though as you realized you could not will yourself back to standing. Whatever weapon these men had used was clearly designed to target those of your kind, taking your energy, blocking your powers.

“Her.” “Him.” You heard distantly, but forcefully as the darkness finally began to overtake the edges of your sight. A man was now walking through the fallen mutants with authority, pointing and calling out to who he wanted his men to collect.

And within moments that man’s boots were then inches from you in the soft grass. Your free hand clung to the earth, the other still holding Peter’s hand as if that grip could somehow hold your consciousness to you.

“Resistant to the pulse? Haven’t seen that in a while.” The man commented coldly from above.

You could still just make out his features as he paused, his boot rising up suddenly to kick you solidly in the ribs. It made a sickening sound, a crack as you collapsed the rest of the way down, the air leaving your lungs with the hit.

You buried your face into Peter’s jacket with the pain, stifling whatever pitiful sounds you didn’t want the man to hear. You could smell cheap cologne against the leather then. You tried your best to focus on that scent as you closed your eyes. This wasn’t over. You were going to get out of this. Somehow, some way you were going to help Peter as he had already helped so many of you. You owed him this.

“Take both of these two.” The military man said, then stepping over you both as if he’d done nothing more than vanquish a couple insects that had crossed his path.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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